PUBLIC ENEMY – GIVE IT UP

Lyrics

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

Paroles (Traduction)

[Voix de Flavor Flav dans ces crochets]
{Chant de la foule dans ces crochets]
Introduction : Chuck D, Flavor Flav
D'accord {d'accord}, d'accord, d'accord {d'accord}, d'accord {d'accord}
Je vais bien si tu vas bien {je vais bien}
Je serai mieux - ajoute un peu de cette basse
{mot, donne-le} d'accord, ouais
[Rinkin twinkin body shakin
Nuff attackin brain's a rackin
Clock tockin Chuck shockin
Flavor Flav n'a jamais de rasage]
(un, deux, trois, quatre)
Couplet un : Chuck D
C'est un autre enregistrement, écoute, méthodes folles
Pour mettre mes frères et sœurs sur un lit de mort
Tu sais qu'il a triché, a pris ce qu'il voulait mais maintenant tu es abruti
En léchant les bottes du diable en descendant d'un niveau
C'est de qui ils ont peur, c'est de toi
Qui nous protège de nous et toi de toi
Oui et ça compte [fout le quarante]
Je les ai poursuivis, ouais ils ont rebondi
Je les ai traités comme une démo {je les ai jetés par la fenêtre}
J'ai pris un 98 car je n'ai jamais aimé les limousines
Mais pompe pompe pompe pu-pompe pompe ça
Un flow fou, pour des temps fous, voilà ce qu'il y a
Certains ne changeront pas, je les ai dans ma ligne de mire
Je dois réorganiser, donc je reconstruis ton cerveau
Détruisant des disques avec des trucs funky
Suis-je assez fort ? {ouais} Tu dois donner ça
Refrain : Flavor Flav
Donne-le, donne-le, donne-le yo répète
Donne-le, donne-le, faut donner / 4 fois
répétition #2 -- (occasionnel) voix de Chuck D
ouais
tu dois donner ça maintenant
Couplet deux : Chuck D
Reviens avec le même vieux flow
Je siffle un coup et une fois

Thématique Engagement politique et social

Style Hip-hop

Keywords Engagement, Funk

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