[Flavor Flav vocals in brackets] {crowd vocals in these brackets] Chuck D, Flavor Flav Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight I'm aight if you aight {I'm I be better - get some of bass {word, give it up} aight, [Rinkin twinkin shakin Nuff brain's a rackin Clock tockin shockin Flavor Flav ain't never (one, two, four) Verse One: D It's another record, it, mad methods To put my brothers and on a deathbed You know he cheated, took what he but now you blunted Suckin up to the devil steppin down a It's who fear is you Who protects us us and you from you Yes and it [fuck the fourty ounce] I sued them bastards, they got bounce I did em like a demo {threw em out the I took a 98 cause I liked a limo But pump pump pu-pump pump it up A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's up Some ain't change, I got em in a range I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back brain Wreckin with funky stuff Am I enough? {yeah} You got ta give it up Flavor Flav Give it up, give it up, it up yo repeat Give it up, give it up, give it up / 4 times repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D you gots ta it up now Two: Chuck D Come again with the old bounce I'm calling a foul and once it counts Mad tense mad tense brothers The blunts in the got the black behind and that's wack [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 get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her They don't hear me though, so I go I'm sick and tired so Sly'll take ya I'm takin his sound to bring you down Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin But to the rhythm I'm givin but never pickin Like James Brown I'm sayin it Am I loud Huh, you got ta give it up [Some gonna change, some ain't gonna change Some ain't gonna never ever Some ain't gonna change, ain't gonna change Some ain't gonna NEVER change!] [1/2X] Interlude: D, Flavor Flav And I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum Some second guessing my lessons about young don't know like Run said so here we go Where it is inside, whoop it is {aaaaaaah} it is [There it is, damn My man X is a bad {shut your mouth) I'm talking Terminator, he's the man] There it is, can you hit me off with one I never did doing dumb shit Some gangsta lying - I'd diss Presidents Dead or alive, bring em and I'll em I vocalize, I just rap, I sing em Flick em, and I fling em, you can go em Hall of Fame for the game for the 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 behind puttin the to the young ones The ones that make em is the ones take em Rugged for no reason, down in season I don't want my mama, on the street armor So check before ya wreck yaself yaself, hah, you got ta give it up Chorus (fades out)