Текст песни Public Enemy -  Miuzi Weighs A Ton   
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                                                                    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 miuzy 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 choise but to destroy        Soloists, groups and what they say        And all that try to cross my way