Step back, get away, give the brother some room
 You got to turn me up when the beat goes boom
 Lyric to lyric, line to line
 Then you'll understand my reputation for rhyme
 Cause my rhyme reputation depends on what
 Style of record my DJ cuts
 His slice, dice, super mix so nice
 So bad, you won't dispute the price
 It's plain to see, it's a strain to be
 Number one in the public eye enemy
 I'm wanted in 50, almost 51
 States where the posse got me on [bad word]  It's a big wonder why I haven't gone under
 Dodgin' all types of microphone thunder
 fugitive missin' all types of [bad word]  All this because I talk so well
 When I,

 Rock, get up, get down
 Miuzi weighs a ton

 The match up title, the expression of thrill
 For elite [bad word] and attempt to get ill
 If looks could kill, I'd chill until
 The public catches on to my material
 Ducks criticize my every phase of rapture
 Can't wait to read the headlines of my capture
 Accused of assault, a 1st degree crime
 Cause I [bad word] with my rhymes
 Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped
 Coocked from the hold of my Kung Fu grip
 And if you want my title, it would be suicidal
 From my end, it would be homicidal
 When I do work, you get destroyed
 Make all the paranoid, try to avoid
 The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed
 This is no kid and I'm no toy boy

 Rock, get up, get down
 Miuzi weighs a ton

 I'm a Public Enemy but I don't rob banks
 I don't shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks
 My style is supreme, number one is my rank
 And I got more power than the New York Yanks
 If miuzy wasn't heavy I'd probably fire it
 I'd make you walk the plank if I was a pirate
 If they made me a King, I would be a tyrant
 If you want to get me, go ahead and try it
 Snatcher, dispatcher, biter never been a
 Instead of takin' me out, take a girl to dinner
 The level [bad word] has never been thinner
 It's [bad word] race where I'm the winner
 It's unreal, they call the law
 And claimed I had started a war
 It was war they wanted and war they got
 But they wilted in the heat when miuzi got hot

 Rock, get up, get down
 Miuzi weighs a ton

 My style versatile said without rhymes
 Which is why they're after me on my back
 Lookin' over my shoulder, seein' what I write
 Hearin' what I say, they wonderin' why
 Why they can't [bad word] on my level
 Superstar status is my domain
 Understand my rhythm, my pattern of lecture
 And then you'll know why I'm on [bad word]  This change of events results in a switch
 Lateral movements of my vocal pitch
 It eliminates pressure on the haunted
 But the posse is around so I got to front it
 Plus employ tactics so coy
 And leave no choise but to destroy
 Soloists, groups and what they say
 And all that try to cross my way