Miuzi Weighs A Ton - Public Enemy

Yo Chuck, run a power move on 'em

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

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

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

The match up title, the expression of thrill

For elite to compete and attempt to get ill

If looks could kill, I’d chill until

All the public catches on to my material, you know

The ducks criticize my every phase of rapture

Can’t wait to read the headlines of my capture

Accused of assault, a first degree crime

Cause I beat competitors with my rhyme

Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped

Choked 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

All the paranoid, know to avoid

The Public Enemy seat I’ve enjoyed

This is no kid and I’m not no toy boy

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

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 my Uzi wasn’t heavy, I would probably fire it

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 of comp has never been thinner

It’s a runaway 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 my Uzi got hot

When I

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

My style versatile said without rhymes

Which is why they’re after me and on my back

Lookin' over my shoulder, seein' what I write

Hearin' what I say, then wonderin' why

Why they can’t ever compete on my level

Superstar status is my domain

Understand my rhythm, my pattern of lecture

And then you’ll know why I’m on the run

This change of events results in a switch

It’s the lateral movement 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 choice but to destroy

Soloist’s groups and what they say

And all that try to cross my way

When I

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

Yeah, that’s right

Public Enemy number one in New York

Public Enemy number one in Philly

Public Enemy number one in DC

Public Enemy number one in Cleveland, Ohio

Also we’re Public Enemy number one in St. Louis

Public Enemy number one in New Jersey

And bust it

We’re also, Public Enemy number one in Cincinnati

In Atlanta