aight aight aight aight
aight aight aight aight
i’m aight if you aight i’m aight
i be better get some of that bass
word give it up aight
you know what i’m sayin’ yeah
booty quaking body shaking
‘nough attacking brain’s aracking
clock tocking chuck rocking
flavor flav ain’t never shaving
one two three four hit it
it’s another record check it mad method
to put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed
you know he cheated took what he wanted but now you blunted
suckin’ up to the devil steppin’ down a level
it’s who they fear is you
who protects us from us and you from you
yes and it counts fuck the forty ounce
i sued them bastards yeah they got bounced
i did ’em like a demo threw ’em out the window
i took a 98 ’cause i never liked a limo
but pump pump pump pupump pump it up
a mad rhyme for mad times that’s what’s up
some ain’t gonna change i got ’em in a range
i gotta rearrange so i’m buildin’ back ya brain
wreckin’ records with funky stuff
am i loud enough yeah you got to give it up
give it up give it up give it up yo
give it up give it up gotta give it up
give it up give it up give it up now yeah
give it up give it up gotta give it up you’ve gots to give it up now
give it up give it up give it up yo
give it up give it up gotta give it up
give it up give it up give it up now
give it up give it up gotta give it up
come again with the same old bounce
i’m callin’ a foul and once again it counts
mad tense mad tense brothers know
the blunts in the back got the black behind and that’s whack
and once again it’s on
hey jimmy cracked corn cracker singin’ i don’t care it’s on
i’m comin’ with a rhyme what i’m lettin’ go a rhyme yeah
i gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times
call me a hannibal lecture yes i checked her
they don’t hear me though so here i go
i’m sick and tired so sly’ll take ya higher
while i’m taking his sound to bring you down
rappers rippin’ a lyrical kickin’ fingerlickin’
but to the rhythm i’m givin’ but never cotton pickin’
like james brown i’m sayin’ it loud
am i loud enough huh you got to give it up
prehook flavor flav
some ain’t gonna change some ain’t gonna change
some ain’t gonna never ever change louder
some ain’t gonna change some ain’t gonna change
some ain’t gonna never ever change
give it up give it up give it up yo
give it up give it up gotta give it up
give it up give it up give it up now
give it up give it up gotta give it up
chuck d and flavor flav
and when i’m comin’ some numb dumb and fulla cum
some second guessing my lessons about saving young
some don’t know like run said so here we go yeah
where it is inside whoop there it is there it is
there it is damn rightmy man x is a bad mother shut your mouth
i’m talking about terminator he’s the man
there it is can you hit me off with another one
give it up give it up give it up yo yeah
give it up give it up gotta give it up hey
give it up give it up give it up now
give it up give it up gotta give it up
give it up give it up give it up yo
give it up give it up gotta give it up c’mon
give it up give it up give it up now
give it up give it up gotta give it up
chuck d
i never did represent doing dumb shit
no gangsta lyin’ i’d rather diss presidents
dead or alive bring ’em and i’ll swing ’em
i vocalize i just rap i don’t sing ’em
flick ’em and i fling ’em you can go with ’em
hall of fame for the game for the points i dave bing ’em
go grandmama close but no cigar
i got mine for i’m using my rhyme
the flow go wherever i want and that’s clever
give a piece of my time to prevent some crime
and who’s behind putting the guns to the young ones
the ones that make ’em is the ones that take ’em
rugged for no reason down in duck season
i don’t want my mama on the street wearing armor
so check yourself before ya wreck yourself
respect yourself ha you gotta give it up
give it up give it up give it up yo yeah
give it up give it up gotta give it up
give it up give it up give it up now
give it up give it up gotta give it up
Artist: Public Enemy
Year: 1994
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 448