Step Back Get Away Give The Brother Some Room



You Got To Turn Me Up When The Beat Goes Boom



Lyric To Lyric Line To Line



Then You'll Understand My Reputation For Rhyme



Cause My Rhyme Reputation Depends On What



Style Of Record My DJ Cuts



His Slice Dice Super Mix So Nice



So Bad You Won't Dispute The Price



It's Plain To See It's A Strain To Be



Number One In The Public Eye Enemy



I'm Wanted In 50, Almost 51



States Where The Posse Got Me On The Run



It's A Big Wonder Why I Haven't Gone Under



Dodgin' All Types Of Microphone Thunder



A Fugitive Missin' All Types Of Hell



All This Because I Talk So Well



When I,




Rock, Get Up, Get Down



Miuzi Weighs A Ton




The Match Up Title, The Expression Of Thrill



For Elite To Compete And Attempt To Get Ill



If Looks Could Kill, I'd Chill Until



The Public Catches On To My Material



Ducks Criticize My Every Phase Of Rapture



Can't Wait To Read The Headlines Of My Capture



Accused Of Assault, A 1st Degree Crime



Cause I Beat Competitors With My Rhymes



Tongue Whipped, Pushed, Shoved And Tripped



Coocked From The Hold Of My Kung Fu Grip



And If You Want My Title, It Would Be Suicidal



From My End, It Would Be Homicidal



When I Do Work, You Get Destroyed



Make All The Paranoid, Try To Avoid



The Public Enemy Seat I've Enjoyed



This Is No Kid And I'm No Toy Boy




Rock, Get Up, Get Down



Miuzi Weighs A Ton




I'm A Public Enemy But I Don't Rob Banks



I Don't Shoot Bullets And I Don't Shoot Blanks



My Style Is Supreme, Number One Is My Rank



And I Got More Power Than The New York Yanks



If Miuzy Wasn