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