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Give It Up Lyrics - Muse Sick-n-hour Mess Age - Public Enemy

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 

You know what I'm sayin' 

Give it up 

Aight, yeah 

Booty twinkin' body shakin' 

Nuffattackin', brain's a rackin' 

Clock tockin', chuck shockin' 

Flavor flavor, ain't never shavin' 

One, two, three, four 

 

It's another record, check it, mad methods 

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 fourty ounce 

I sued them bastards, yeah, they got bounce 

 

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 pu-pump 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 your brain 

Wreckin' records with funky stuff 

Am I loud enough? Yeah, you got ta 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 yeah 

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 

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 calling 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 wack 

 

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 

 

You 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 

When I'm takin' his sound to bring you down 

 

Rappers rippin' a lyrical kickin' finger-lickin' 

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 ta give it up 

 

Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change 

Some ain't gonna never ever change 

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 

 

And when I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum 

Some second guessing my lessons about saving young 

Some don't know like Run said, "So here we go" 

Where it is inside, whoop, there it is 

 

There it is, there it is, damn right 

My 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 

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 

 

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 

 

I never did represent doing dumb shit 

Some gangsta lying, 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 behind puttin' 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 yaself before ya wreck yaself 

Respect yaself, hah, you got ta 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 

Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up 

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