[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)