Yo, Chuck, bust a move, man   I was on my way up here to the studio   Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me   "Yo, wassup with that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"      I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"   Ya know what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'   You turn him into a Public Enemy, man      Now remember that line you was kickin' to me   On the way out to L.A. [Incomprehensible]   While we was in the car, on our way to the Shot   Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them brothers   An' let them know what goes on, what goes on      Well, I'm all in, put it up on the board   Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared   1, 2, 3, down for the count   The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt      Cold rock rap, 49er supreme   Is what I choose an' I use, I never lose to a team   'Cause I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo   Make the fly girls wanna have my photo      Run in their room and hang it on the wall   In remembrance that I rocked them all   Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs   You can't rock the kid, so go cut the cheese      Take this application of rhymes like these   My rap's red hot, 110 degrees   So don't start bassin', I'll start placin'   Bets on that? You'll be disgracin'      You an' your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes   A time for a crime that I can't find   I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton   Because I'm Public Enemy number one      One, one, one   One, one, one, one      You got no rap but you want to battle   It's like havin' a boat but you got no paddle   'Cause I never pause, I say it because   I don't break in stores but I break all laws      Written while sittin', all fittin', not bitten   Givin' me the juice that your not gettin'   I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your mayor   I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock poetry sayer      I'm the rhyme player, the ozone layer   A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start your prayer   This word to the wise is justified   If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied      You just got caught a for goin' out of order   An' now you're servin' football teams their water   You messed with the master, word to Chuck   An' I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dunked      You just got dissed, all but dismissed   Sucker duck MCs, you get me pissed   It's no fun bein' on the run   Because they got me, Public Enemy number one      One, one, one   One, one, one      Don't you know, don't you know?   I got a posse of a force to back me up   Watch out, we got never the match   Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get creamed      So we have us, so you're okay?   Wanna hear it again? We got a force   Enemy down, the L.I. circuit sound   Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody      Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom   To make all the ladies swoon   But it's also the words from our direction, a gold boy session   Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection      On stereo, never ever mind, yo   All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about vinyl   They said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up   Because I'm Public Enemy number one      One, one, one   One, one, one   One, one, one      For all you suckers, liars and cheap amplifiers   Your crossed up wires are always startin' fires   You grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers   Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers      You have no desires, your father fixes tires   You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers   It's you they never hire, you're never on flyers   'Cause you an' your crew is only known as good triers      Known as the poetic, political, lyrical son   I'm Public Enemy number one      One, one, one   One, one, one   One, one, one      Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's what you gotta do   You gotta tell them just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?   'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man   These brothers runnin' around, hard headed      They get a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?   Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em   But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em know   Who's who in the world of beat      You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's   An' we can get all the ladies   An' in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes   An' that's the way the story goes   That's just the way the story goes