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Public Enemy - Give It Up
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[flavor flav vocals in these brackets] 
{crowd chant vocals in these brackets] 

Intro: chuck d flavor flav 


Aight {aight} aight aight {aight} aight {aight} 
Im aight if you aight {im aight} 
I be better get some of that bass 
{word give it up} aight yeah 

[rinkin twinkin body shakin 
Nuff attackin brains a rackin 
Clock tockin chuck shockin 
Flavor flav aint never shavin] 

(one two, three four) 

Verse one: chuck d 

Its 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 
Its 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, thats whats up 
Some aint gonna change, i got em in a range 
I gotta rearrange, so im buildin back your brain 
Wreckin records with funky stuff 
Am i loud enough? {yeah} you got ta give it up 

Chorus: flavor flav 

Give it up, give it up, give it up yo repeat 
Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up / 4 times 

Repeat #2 -- (occasional) chuck d vocal 

Yeah 
You gots ta give it up now 

Verse two: chuck d 

Come again with the same old bounce 
Im calling a foul and once again it counts 
Mad tense mad tense brothers know 
The blunts in the back got the black behind and thats wack 
[and once again its on!] 
Hey jimmy cracked corn cracker singin i dont care, its on 
Im comin with a rhyme [what?] im 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 dont hear me though, so here i go 
Im sick and tired so slyll take ya higher 
When im takin his sound to bring you down 
Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin 
But to the rhythm im givin but never cotton pickin 
Like james brown im sayin it loud 
Am i loud enough? huh, you got ta give it up 

[some aint gonna change, some aint gonna change 
Some aint gonna never ever change 
Some aint gonna change, some aint gonna change 
Some aint gonna never ever change!] 

Chorus [1/2x] 

Interlude: chuck d, flavor flav 

And when im coming, some young dumb and fulla cum 
Some second guessing my lessons about saving young 
Some dont know like run said so here we go 
Where it is inside, whoop there it is 
{aaaaaaah} there it is 
[there it is, damn right 
My man x is a bad mother {shut your mouth) 
Im talking about terminator, hes the man] 
There it is, can you hit me off with another one 

Chorus 

I never did represent doing dumb shit 
Some gangsta lying - id rather diss presidents 
Dead or alive, bring em and ill swing em 
I vocalize, i just rap, i dont 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 im using my rhyme 
The flow go wherever i want, and thats 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 dont want my mama, on the street wearing armor 
So check yaself before ya wreck yaself 
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up 

Chorus [4x] (fades out)