Текст песни The Rhythm, The Rebel - A Cappella - Public Enemy

Yes, the rhythm, the rebel
Without a pause, I'm lowering my level
The hard rhymer, where you never been, I'm in
You want stylin'? You know it's time again
D, the enemy, tellin' you to hear it
They praised the music, this time they play the lyrics
Some say no to the album, The Show
Bum Rush, the sound, I made a year ago
I guess you know, you guess I'm just a radical
Not on sabbatical, yes, to make it critical
The only part your body should be partyin' to
Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you

Ay yo Chuck man, I don't understand this, man!
Yo, we got to slow down man, you losin' them!

Radio, suckers never play me
On the mix, they just okay me
Now, known and grown, when they're clocking my zone, it's known
Snaking and taking everything that a brother owns
Hard! My calling card
Recorded and ordered, supporter of Chesimard
Loud and proud, kicking live next, poet supreme
Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme
(Flavor) A rebel in his own mind
Supporter of my rhyme
Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime
They on my time ticket

Ay yo, Chuck, they think we takin' shots!
Show 'em this is cold medina, man!
Come on, kick it!

Terminator X