And, as we rise. And, we fall. Now I feel like I'm ten feet tall. . But why every time I look to the sky,. God never sends me a reply [3x]. . Help me please.
[Flavor Flav]. Yeah that's right Chuck man, that's what you gotta do. You got to tell 'em JUST LIKE THAT, you know what I'm sayin?. Cause yo, man let me tell you a little somethin man.
Mind over matter, mouth in motion. Can't defy, 'cause I'll never be quiet. Let's start this. Right. . You spend a buck in the 80's, whatcha you get is a preacher.
Come to the jungle, Get out the city. Leave all you're trouble, bring none of it. See, we came to party. Come in a hurry. Forget the madness, no time to worry.
Come on, hear the beat go. Come on, it's a bird, a plane. And the sound remains the same. . The brothas gotta rap, the brothas gotta rap. Brothas gotta rap, the brothas gotta rap.
I get down to what it is and if it ain't funky. (See ya). People askin' me what's goin' on with my mind. (Huh). Wait a minute. . It's just a matter of race 'cause a black male's in their face.
Damn back again up on track again. [Incomprehensible] 'round the bend. Some of y'all black again, it got dark. On your mark get set, out of sight out of mind.
I never tried to pretend to have an accent that I never had. So why don't you stay away awhile, come hear the freestyle. The quicker the sticks with the guitar licks.
"The Enemy the Enemy the Enemy the Enemy" [repeat in background]. . [Flavor Flav (Chuck D)]. P.E., c'mon now!. Here the... here the, hear the beat go.
When I get down. I give what go around. And when I cough. I do my best to cut it off. I don't claim to be a preacher. Not paid to be a teacher. But I'm grown.
Yes, the rhythm, the rebel. Without a pause, I'm lowering my level. The hard rhymer, where you never been I'm in. You want stylin', you know it's time again.
Testing, one, two, testing, one, two. The house is now on fire, spread the walls y'all. Everybody get somebody. We don't want anybody let fuck nobody.
Gary g-wiz - ridenhour - studdah man. . Microphone check. Microphone check. . Can I get a check up from the neck up. Can I kick a rhyme. While I'm checkin my time.
Everybody over here, get on up. Everybody right there, get into it. Everybody over there, get involved. Everybody just, get involved. . Microphone check, microphone check.
Baby, oh. . Even in my heart I see. You're not bein' true to me. Deep within my soul I feel. Nothing's like it used to be. . Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time.
cant understand some of these. rhymin in circles. now patroitic emcees. on bent knees. by six degrees. lord have mercy. even the voice of god rehearses.
[Chuck D]. Public Enemy.... Public Enemy... c'mon!. Public Enemy.... Public Enemy.... . Pump the music, pump the sound! (Public Enemy). Once again we gonna do it like this.
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".
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".
With vice I hold the mike device. With force I keep it away of course. And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'. And on stage I rage. And I'm rollin'. To the poor I pour in on in metaphors.