Give It Up

[Flavor Flav vocals in these brackets]<br>{crowd chant vocals in these brackets]<br><br>Intro: Chuck D, Flavor Flav<br><br>Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight {aight}<br>I`m aight if you aight {I`m aight}<br>I be better - get some of that bass<br>{word, give it up} aight, yeah<br><br>[Rinkin twinkin body shakin<br> Nuff attackin brain`s a rackin<br> Clock tockin Chuck shockin<br> Flavor Flav ain`t never shavin]<br><br>(one, two, three four)<br><br>Verse One: Chuck D<br><br>It`s another record, check it, mad methods<br>To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed<br>You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted<br>Suckin up to the devil steppin down a level<br>It`s who they fear is you<br>Who protects us from us and you from you<br>Yes and it counts [fuck the fourty ounce]<br>I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounce<br>I did em like a demo {threw em out the window}<br>I took a 98 cause I never liked a limo<br>But pump pump pump pu-pump pump it up<br>A mad rhyme, for mad times, that`s what`s up<br>Some ain`t gonna change, I got em in a range<br>I gotta rearrange, so I`m buildin back your brain<br>Wreckin records with funky stuff<br>Am I loud enough? {yeah} You got ta give it up<br><br>Chorus: Flavor Flav<br><br>Give it up, give it up, give it up yo repeat<br>Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up / 4 times<br><br>repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D vocal<br><br> yeah<br> you gots ta give it up now<br><br>Verse Two: Chuck D<br><br>Come again with the same old bounce<br>I`m calling a foul and once again it counts<br>Mad tense mad tense brothers know<br>The blunts in the back got the black behind and that`s wack<br>[And once again it`s on!]<br>Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "I don`t care", it`s on<br>I`m comin with a rhyme [what?] I`m lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]<br>I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times<br>Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her<br>They don`t hear me though, so here I go<br>I`m sick and tired so Sly`ll take ya higher<br>When I`m takin his sound to bring you down<br>Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin<br>But to the rhythm I`m givin but never cotton pickin<br>Like James Brown I`m sayin it loud<br>Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta give it up<br><br>[Some ain`t gonna change, some ain`t gonna change<br> Some ain`t gonna never ever change<br> Some ain`t gonna change, some ain`t gonna change<br> Some ain`t gonna NEVER EVER change!]<br><br>Chorus [1/2X]<br><br>Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor Flav<br><br>And when I`m coming, some young dumb and fulla cum<br>Some second guessing my lessons about saving young<br>Some don`t know like Run said so here we go<br>Where it is inside, whoop there it is<br>{aaaaaaah} There it is<br>[There it is, damn right<br> My man X is a bad mother {shut your mouth)<br> I`m talking about Terminator, he`s the man]<br>There it is, can you hit me off with another one<br><br>Chorus<br><br>I never did represent doing dumb shit<br>Some gangsta lying - I`d rather diss Presidents<br>Dead or alive, bring em and I`ll swing em<br>I vocalize, I just rap, I don`t sing em<br>Flick em, and I fling em, you can go with em<br>Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Dave Bing em<br>Go Grandmama, close but no cigar<br>I got mine, for I`m using my rhyme<br>The flow go wherever I want, and that`s clever<br>Give a piece of my time, to prevent some crime<br>And who behind puttin the guns to the young ones<br>The ones that make em is the ones that take em<br>Rugged for no reason, down in duck season<br>I don`t want my mama, on the street wearing armor<br>So check yaself before ya wreck yaself<br>Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up<br><br>Chorus [4X] (fades out)