Public Enemy No.1

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the board

Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared

One, two, three, down for the count

The result of my lyrics, oh, yes, no doubt

Cold rock rap, 49er supreme

Is what I choose and 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, hang it on the wall

In remembrance that I rocked them all

Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees

You can't rock the kid so go cut the cheese

Take this application of rhymes like these

My rap's red hot, hundred ten degrees

So don't start bassin', l'll start placin'

Bets on that, you'll be disgracing

You and 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 no. 1

You got no rap, but you want to battle

It's like havin' a boat, but you've 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 you're 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 up, for goin' out of order

And now you're servin' football teams their water

You messed with the master, word to Chuck

And I waxed, cold taxed, made sure you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but dismissed

Sucker duck emcees, you get me pissed

It's no fun bein' on the run

Because they got me, Public Enemy no. 1

Don't you know, don't you know

I got a posse of a force to back me up?

Watch out, we got mettle to match

Ambush, attack on my back

Double-team to get creamed

So we have it so you won't catch

Wanna hear it again, we got a force, enemy down

The L-I circuit sound

And Chuckie D, myself, and KG

Flavor, DJ Melo D

Oh, yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groove

To make all the ladies swoon

But it's also the words from our direction, a gold boy section

Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese Connection

On stereo, never ever mono

On wax, yes, I'm talkin' 'bout vinyl

They said, "Stop, freeze," I got froze up

Because I'm Public Enemy no. 1

For all you

Suckers, liars, your 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, hear she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your father fixes tires

You try to sell your equipment, but you get no buyers

It's you they never hire, you're never on fliers

'Cause you and your crew is only known as good triers

Known as the poetic, political, lyrical son

I'm Public Enemy no. 1