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    "Public Enemy No. 1 [Jeronimo Punx Redu]" Lyrics

    Public Enemy

    Well I'm all in, put it up on the board
    Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
    1-2-3 down for the count
    The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt
    Cold rock rap - 49er supreme
    Is what I choose and I use - I never lose to a team
    Cause I can can go solo, like a Sugar Ray bolo
    Make the fly girls want to have my photo
    Run in their room, hang it on the wall
    In remembrance that I rocked them all
    Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees
    You can't rock the kid, so go cut some cheese

    Take this application of rhymes like these
    My rap's red hot, 110 degrees
    So don't start bassin' cause I'll start placin'
    Bets on that you'll be disgracing
    You and you mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
    A time, a crime that I can't find
    I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
    Because I'm Public Enemy number one

    You got no rap, but you want a battle
    It's like havin' a boat, but you got no paddle
    Cause I never pause, I say it because
    I don't break in stores, but I break all laws
    Written while sittin', all fittin' not bitten
    Givin' me the juice that your not gettin'
    I'm not a law obeyer, so you can tell your mayor
    I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer
    I'm the rhyme player, the the ozone layer

    A battle what? Here's a bible so start your prayer
    A word to the wise is justified
    If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied
    You just got caught a, for going out of order
    And now you're servin' football teams their water
    You just got dissed, all but dismissed
    Sucker duck emcees, you get me pissed
    It's no fun, being on the run
    Cause they got me, Public Enemy number one

    For all you suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers
    You crossed up wires are always starting fires
    For you grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
    Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers
    You have no desires, your father fixes tires
    You try to sell ya equipment, but you get no buyers
    It's you they never hire, you're never on flyers
    Cause you and your crew, is only known as good triers
    Known as the poetic lyrical son
    I'm Public Enemy number one
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Ricky M. L. Walters.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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