[Flavor vocals in these brackets] {crowd chant vocals in brackets] Intro: D, Flavor Flav Aight {aight}, aight, {aight}, aight {aight} I'm aight if you aight {I'm I be - get some of that bass {word, it up} aight, yeah [Rinkin twinkin shakin Nuff attackin brain's a Clock Chuck shockin 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 steppin down a who they fear is you Who protects us us and you from you Yes and it counts the fourty ounce] I sued them bastards, yeah they got I did em like a demo {threw em out the I took a 98 cause I never a limo But pump pump pu-pump pump it up A mad rhyme, for mad times, what's up ain't gonna change, I got em in a range I gotta rearrange, so I'm back your brain Wreckin with funky stuff Am I loud enough? You got ta give it up Chorus: Flav it up, give it up, give it up yo repeat Give it up, it up, gotta give it up / 4 times repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D you gots ta it up now Verse Two: D Come again with the same old I'm calling a foul and again it counts Mad tense mad brothers know The blunts in the back got the behind and that's wack [And again it's on!] Hey cracked corn cracker singin "I don't care", it's on I'm comin with a [what?] I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!] I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and times me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her They hear me though, so here I go I'm sick and tired so take ya higher When I'm takin his sound to you down Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin But to the rhythm I'm givin but cotton pickin Like James Brown I'm sayin it Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta it up [Some ain't gonna change, some gonna change Some ain't gonna never change Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna Some ain't gonna EVER change!] Chorus Chuck D, Flavor Flav And when I'm coming, young dumb and fulla cum Some second guessing my lessons about young Some don't know like Run so here we go it is inside, whoop there it is {aaaaaaah} it is [There it is, right My man X is a bad mother {shut mouth) I'm talking Terminator, he's the man] There it is, can you hit me off another one I never did 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 Fame for the for the points I Dave Bing em Go Grandmama, but no cigar I got mine, for I'm using my The go wherever I want, and that's clever Give a piece of my time, to some crime And who puttin the guns to the young ones The ones that em is the ones that take em Rugged for no reason, down in duck I want my mama, on the street wearing armor So yaself before ya wreck yaself yaself, hah, you got ta give it up Chorus (fades out)