Mistachuck - Chuck D

«…No job, no eight cylinder car

Blue collar turns to bourgeois

Depressed in your chest, Demerol, for sess»

«Yo, yo, Chuck D is the bomb, dog»

«What?

Man, get the fuck outta here»

«Fuck what you think, Chuck D ain’t shit»

«C'mon man, that nigga Chuck D is assed out»

«You know what I’m sayin'?

…motherfucka»

«He a bitch ass nigga, man»

«How the fuck this thing gonna say Chuck D the hardest rapper?»

Yeah, uh huh, up top, beware, set it off

Mista (Yo P, yo Slick)

Line 'em to you

Yo Bob

They call me Mista, aight to you

This about report to the commissioner

To you

This about that time, set it off

To all the critics that had me counted out

To all the cynics I fought and thought they had me figured out

Who opened doors on the thirty-two tours

From last year’s «Give It Up» goin' back to «You're Gonna Get Yours»

Thirty-eight countries in the name of hip-hop

Never stopped, seven continents, attackin' governments (All over the world)

Political rhyme practice I gave cause you lack this

Serious sense of time and world geographics

Bring ya brain outside Philly, East to the West, North to the South

If you’re black, we can’t all be Big Willie (Never)

And to be judged by a hit by some counterfeit click

That’s some bell curve shit, 'cause I’m cool like this (Yeah)

Now how I get my swerve on, I keep hittin' nerve bombs

Relax the saluting arms, carry on and carry on

My record speaks for itself, I never stopped the hip-hop

And I never jumped backwards or kissed myself (Uh!)

Good God

If you don’t know me you can call me Mistachuck (D)

Public Enemy number one (Yeah, I’m tellin' you)

If you don’t know me you can call me Mistachuck (D)

Public Enemy number one

If you don’t know me you can call me Mistachuck (D)

Public Enemy number one (I'm tellin you)

If you don’t know me you can call me

Can’t win without beginning it

Heed the word of the brother and the voice that got muscles in it

Now I’ma show you a waste is a terrible thing to mind

Rhymes without education equals butter from the gutter (Gutter)

And all this talk about the street we stay in & playin'

Is a fish tank by the hated you thank

And you say, «Ho hum, another story to bore me»

Maria, take a letter tell Mayor have a freeknik in Marietta (Yeah)

Here comes the half-stepper, hypocrites, and advocates who care

But be crashin' like US Air

The last Bohemian but you’ll never see me intoxicated

By bones in drug zones, I hate it

One on one black CNN keep it from being in the Cartoon Network

The rhymes can hurt and do work

Got you lookin for the loot

Is down down to the one & shoot

50 fought to the cracker so for all y’all I gets blacker (Blacker)

If you don’t know me you can call me Mistachuck

Public Enemy number one

If you don’t know me you can call me Mistachuck

Public Enemy number one

You don’t know me you can call me Mistachuck (Rhyme animal)

If you don’t know me you can call me mister

I don’t care for Range Rovers

Cause the price is too high and I feel 'em gettin' over (Over)

Land Cruisers, Isuzu’s or new shoes

Man, them notes is heavy, that’s why I got a couple Chevy’s

Low budget I am, believe me when I speak it

Limousine ain’t a damn thing unless they let me keep it

I ducks the cakewalk and all that BS talk

About what’s fatter, West coast, North, South or New York

It don’t matter, it don’t matter

If you don’t know me you can call me Mistachuck (D)

Public Enemy number one (yeah.)

If you don’t know me you can call me Mistachuck (D)

Public Enemy number one

You don’t know me you can call me Mistachuck (D)

Public Enemy number one

If you don’t know me you can call me mister chuck

(The hard rhymer)

(Yeah check it out

Mister

For you

Yes… and you… and you… for all y’all)