Give It Up

[Intro] 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 Rinking twinking body shaking 'Nough attacking brain's a-racking Clock tocking Chuck shocking Flavor Flav ain't never shaving (One, two, three. four, hit it) [Verse 1: Chuck D (& Flava Flav)] 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 40 ounce) I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounced 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 to give it up [Hook x4: Flavor Flav] Give it up, give it up, give it up yo Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up [Verse 2: Chuck D (& Flava Flav)] 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 whack (And once again it's on!) Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "I don't care", it's on I'm coming 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 taking his sound to bring you down Rappers ripping a lyrical kicking finger-licking But to the rhythm I'm giving but never cotton picking Like James Brown, I'm saying it loud Am I loud enough? You got to give it up [Pre-Hook x2: Flava Flav] Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change Some ain't gonna never ever change [Hook] [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 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Chuck D] 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 putting 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 yourself before ya wreck yourself Respect yourself, ha, you gotta give it up [Hook]