Miuzi Weighs a Ton Public Enemy

[Intro: Flavor Flav]
Yo Chuck, run a power move on 'em
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Chuck D]
Yeah, step back, get away, give the brother some room
You got to all turn me up when the beat goes boom
Lyric to lyric, line to line
And then you y'all understand my reputation for rhyme
'Cause my rhyme reputation depends on what?
Style of record my DJ cuts
His slice and dice, super mix so nice
So bad, you won't dispute the price
'Cause it's plain to see, it's a strain to be
Number one in the public eye enemy
'Cause I'm wanted in fifty, almost in fifty-one
States where the posse got me on the run
It's a big wonder why I haven't gone under
Dodgin' all types of microphone thunder
A fugitive missin' all types of hell
All this because I talk so well
When I

[Hook]
Rock - get up - get down
Miuzi weighs a ton
Hold it
Rock - get up - get down
Miuzi weighs a ton
Hold it
Rock - get up - get down
Miuzi weighs a ton
Hold it
Rock - get up - get down
Miuzi weighs a ton
Hold it