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Song «Give it Up» von Public Enemy.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1994 07 16 (Single), 1994 08 23 (Album)
Label: Def Jam 853 317, Def Jam 523 362
Songwriter Chuck D & Gary G-Wiz & Alvertis Isbell & Studdah Man & Marvell Thomas
Produktion: Gary G-Wiz & Carl Ryder
Genre: Hip-Hop - Goldenage - Conscious

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Personen und Querverweise

Public Enemy
Chuck D
Gary G-Wiz
Alvertis Isbell
Studdah Man
Marvell Thomas
Gary G-Wiz
Carl Ryder

Lyrics

[Intro] Aight (Aight), aight (Aight) Aight (Aight), aight (Aight) I'm aight if you aight (I'm aight) I be better - get some of that bass (Word, give it up aight) You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah Booty quaking, body shaking 'Nough attacking brain's a-racking Clock tocking Chuck rocking Flavor Flav ain't never shaving (One, two, three. four, hit it!) [Verse 1] It's another record, check it, mad method 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 forty 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 ya brain Wreckin' records with funky stuff Am I loud enough? (Yeah!) You got to give it up [Chorus] Give it up, give it up, give it up, yo Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up Give it up, give it up, give it up, now (Yeah) Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up (You've gots to give it up, now) Give it up, give it up, give it up, yo Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up Give it up, give it up, give it up, now Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up [Verse 2] Come again with the same old bounce I'm callin' 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 comin' 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 While I'm taking his sound to bring you down Rappers rippin' a lyrical kickin', finger-lickin' But to the rhythm, I'm givin', but never cotton pickin' Like James Brown, I'm sayin' it loud Am I loud enough? Huh, you got to give it up [Pre-Hook: Flavor Flav] Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change Some ain't gonna never ever change (Louder!) Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change Some ain't gonna never ever change [Chorus] Give it up, give it up, give it up, yo Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up Give it up, give it up, give it up, now Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up [Bridge: Chuck D and Flavor Flav] And when I'm comin', some numb, dumb, and fulla cum Some second guessing my lessons about saving young Some don't know, like Run said, so here we go (Yeah!) 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? [Chorus] Give it up, give it up, give it up, yo (Yeah) Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up (Hey) Give it up, give it up, give it up, now Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up Give it up, give it up, give it up, yo Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up (C'mon!) Give it up, give it up, give it up, now Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up [Verse 3: Chuck D] I never did represent doing dumb shit No gangsta lyin', 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's 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 [Chorus] Give it up, give it up, give it up, yo (Yeah!) Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up Give it up, give it up, give it up, now Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up