[Flavor vocals in these brackets] {crowd chant vocals in brackets] Intro: Chuck D, Flavor {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight {aight} I'm if you aight {I'm aight} I be better - get some of bass {word, it up} aight, yeah twinkin body shakin Nuff brain's a rackin Clock tockin Chuck Flavor Flav never shavin] (one, two, four) Verse One: D another record, check it, mad methods To put my brothers and on a deathbed You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you Suckin up to the devil down a level who they fear is you Who us from us and you from you Yes and it counts the fourty ounce] I sued bastards, yeah they got bounce I did em like a demo em out the window} I took a 98 cause I never liked a But pump pump pump pu-pump it up A mad rhyme, for mad times, what's up Some gonna change, I got em in a range I rearrange, so I'm buildin back your brain Wreckin records with stuff Am I loud {yeah} You got ta give it up Chorus: Flavor Give it up, give it up, give it up yo Give it up, it up, gotta give it up / 4 times repeat #2 -- (occasional) D vocal you gots ta it up now Verse Two: D Come again with the old bounce I'm calling a and once again it counts Mad tense mad tense know The blunts in the back got the black behind and that's [And once it's on!] Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "I care", it's on I'm comin with a rhyme I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!] I gotta get a through the rough and crazy times Call me a lecture, yes I checked her don't hear me though, so here I go I'm sick and tired so take ya higher I'm takin his sound to bring you down Rappers rippin a lyrical finger-lickin But to the rhythm I'm givin but never pickin Like Brown I'm sayin it loud Am I loud Huh, you got ta give it up [Some gonna change, some ain't gonna change Some ain't never ever change Some ain't gonna change, ain't gonna change ain't gonna NEVER EVER change!] Chorus Interlude: D, Flavor Flav And I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum Some second guessing my lessons about young Some don't know like Run said so we go it is inside, whoop there it is {aaaaaaah} it is [There it is, right My man X is a bad mother your mouth) I'm talking about Terminator, he's the it is, can you hit me off with another one I did represent doing dumb shit Some lying - I'd rather diss Presidents or alive, bring em and I'll swing em I vocalize, I just rap, I don't em Flick em, and I fling em, you can go em Hall of for the game for the points I Dave Bing em Go Grandmama, close but no I got mine, for I'm using my The flow go wherever I want, and that's Give a piece of my time, to prevent crime And who behind puttin the guns to the young The ones that make em is the ones that em Rugged for no reason, in duck season I don't want my mama, on the wearing armor So yaself before ya wreck yaself Respect yaself, hah, you got ta it up Chorus (fades out)