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 Miuzi wasn't heavy, I'd probably fire it   I'd make you walk the plank if I was a pirate   If they made me a King, I would be a tyrant   If you want to get me, go ahead and try it      Snatcher, dispatcher, biter never been a   Instead of takin' me out, take a girl to dinner   The level of comp has never been thinner   It's a runaway race where I'm the winner      It's unreal, they call the law   And claimed I had started a war   It was war they wanted and war they got   But they wilted in the heat when Miuzi got hot      Rock, get up, get down   Miuzi weighs a ton      My style versatile said without rhymes   Which is why they're after me on my back   Lookin' over my shoulder, seein' what I write   Hearin' what I say, they wonderin' why      Why they can't ever compete on my level   Superstar status is my domain   Understand my rhythm, my pattern of lecture   And then you'll know why I'm on the run      This change of events results in a switch   Lateral movements of my vocal pitch   It eliminates pressure on the haunted   But the posse is around so I got to front it      Plus employ tactics so coy   And leave no choice but to destroy   Soloists, groups and what they say   And all that try to cross my way