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Yo Chuck, bust a move man
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I was on my way up here to the studio
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Ya know what I'm sayin'
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And this brother stop me and axe me
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"Yo wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice"
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I said
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"Yo the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
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Ya know what I'm sayin'
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So Chuck, we gotta fill in
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You turn him into a Public Enemy man
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Now remeber that line you was kicking to me
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On the way out to LA ??? ??? ???
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While we was in the car on our way to the Shot (?)
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Well yo right now kick the bass for them brothers
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And let them know
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What goes on
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What goes on
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Well I'm all in - put it up on the board
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Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
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1-2-3 down for the count
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The result of my lyrics - oh yes, no doubt
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Cold rock rap - 49er supreme
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Is what I choose and I use - I never lose to a team
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Cause I can can go solo - like a Tyson bolo
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Make the fly girls wanna have my photo
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Run in their room - hang it on the wall
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In remembrance that I rocked them all
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Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees
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You can't rock the kid - so go cut the cheese
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Take this application of rhymes like these
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My rap's red hot - 110 degrees
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So don't start bassin' I'll start placin'
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Bets on that you'll be disgracing
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You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
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A time for a crime that I can't find
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I'll show you my gun - my Uzi weighs a ton
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Because I'm Public Enemy number one
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One (x7)
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You got no rap - but you want to battle
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It's like havin' a boat - but you got no paddle
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Cause I never pause - I say it because
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I don't break in stores - but I break all laws
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Written while sittin' - all fittin' not bitten
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Givin' me the juice that your not gettin'
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I'm not a law obeyer - so you can tell your mayor
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I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer
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I'm the rhyme player - the ozone layer
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A battle what? Here's a bible start your prayer
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This word to the wise is justified
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If they ask you what happened - just admit you lied
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You just got caught a - for going out of order
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And now you're servin' football teams their water
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You messed with the master, word to Chuck
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And I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dome (?)
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You just got dissed - all but dismissed
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Sucker duck emcees - you get me pissed
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It's no fun - being on the run
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Because they got me - Public Enemy number one
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One - One - One
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One - One - One
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Don't you know, don't you know
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I got a posse over force to back me up
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Watch out, we got never the match
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Ambush attack on my back - doubleteamin', get creamed
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So we have us ??? ???
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Wanna hear it again
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We got a force - enemy down
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The L.I. circuit sound
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Ain't it Chuckie D, myself and KG - Flavor, DJ Melody
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Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes - that make us groom
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To make all the ladies swoom (?)
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But it's also the words from outer region - a goldboy session
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Kickin' like Bruce Lee's chinese connection
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On stereo - never ever ???
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All wax - yes I'm talkin' about vinyl
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They said stop freeze
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I got froze up
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Because I'm Public Enemy number one
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One - One - One
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One - One - One
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One - One - One
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For all you suckers - liars, your cheap amplifiers
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You crossed up wires are always starting fires
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You grown up criers - now here's a pair of pliers
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Get a job like your mother - I heard she fixes old dryers
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You have no desires - your father fixes tires
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You try to sell ya equipment - but you get no buyers
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It's you they never hire - you're never on flyers
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Cause you and your crew - is only known as good triers
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Known as the poetic political lyrical son
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I'm Public Enemy number one
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One - One - One
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One - One - One
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One - One - One
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Yeah, that's right Chuck man
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That's what you gotta do
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You gotta tell them just like that
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Ya know what I'm sayin'
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Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin' man
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These brothers runnin' around - hard headed
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Makin' a little jealous
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Ya know what I'm sayin'
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Just like that, ya know
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They try to bring you down with 'em
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But yo Chuck, you gotta let 'em know who's who in the world of beat
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You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's
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And we can get all the ladies
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And in the backyard we got a |