
Give It Up (instrumental) Public Enemy
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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}
I'm aight if you aight {I'm aight}
I be better - get some of that bass
{word, give it up} aight, yeah
(Rinkin twinkin body shakin
Nuff attackin brain's a rackin
Clock tockin Chuck shockin
Flavor Flav ain't never shavin)
(one, two, three four)
Verse One: Chuck D
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
{crowd chant vocals in these brackets)
Intro: Chuck D, Flavor Flav
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, yeah
(Rinkin twinkin body shakin
Nuff attackin brain's a rackin
Clock tockin Chuck shockin
Flavor Flav ain't never shavin)
(one, two, three four)
Verse One: Chuck D
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
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