Gerald "Soul G." Stevens - Mistachuck lyrics

[Intro] "Yo, yo, Chuck D is the bomb, dog" "What? Man, get the f** outta here" "f** what you think, Chuck D ain't sh**" "C'mon man, that n***a Chuck D is a**ed out" "You know what I'm sayin'? ...motherf**a" "He a b**h a** n***a, man" "How the f** this thing gonna say Chuck D the hardest rapper?" [Chuck D] Yeah, uh huh, up top, beware, set it off Mista (Yo P, yo Slick) Line 'em to you Yo Bob They call me Mista, aight to you This about report to the commissioner To you This about that time, set it off [Verse 1] To all the critics that had me counted out To all the cynics I fought and thought they had me figured out Who opened doors on thirty-two tours From last year's "Give It Up" going back to "You're Gonna Get Yours" Thirty-eight countries in the name of hip-hop Never stopped, seven continents, attackin' governments Political rhyme practice I gave cause you lack this Serious sense of time and world geographics Bring ya brain outside Philly, East to the West, North to the South If you're black, we can't all be Big Willie (never) And to be judged by a hit by some counterfeit click That's some bell curve sh**, cause I'm cool like this Now how I get my swerve on, I keep hittin' nerve bombs Relax the saluting arms, carry on and carry on My record speaks for itself, I never stopped the hip-hop And I never jumped backwards or kissed myself [Hook] If you don't know me you can call me Mistachuck (D) Public Enemy number one (Yeah, I'm tellin' you) If you don't know me you can call me Mistachuck (D) Public Enemy number one If you don't know me you can call me Mistachuck (D) Public Enemy number one (I'm tellin you) If you don't know me you can call me (c'mon) [Verse II] Can't win without beginning it Heed the word of the brother and the voice that got muscles in it Now I'ma show you a waste is a terrible thing to mind Rhymes without education equals bu*ter from the gutter And all this talk about the street we stay in & playin' Is a fishtank by the hated you thank And you say, "Ho hum, another story to bore me" Maria, take a letter tell Mayor have a freeknik in Marietta Here comes the half-stepper, hypocrites, and advocates who care But be crashin' like US Air The last Bohemian but you'll never see me intoxicated By bones in drug zones I hate it One on one black CNN Keep it from being in the Cartoon Network The rhymes can hurt and do work Got you lookin for the loot Is down down to the one & shoot 50 fought to the cracker so for all y'all I getz blacker [Hook] If you don't know me you can call me Mistachuck Public Enemy number one If you don't know me you can call me Mistachuck Public Enemy number one You don't know me you can call me Mistachuck If you don't know me you can call me mister [Verse III] I don't care for Range Rovers Cause the price is too high and I feel em gettin over Land Cruisers, Isuzu's or new shoes Man, them notes is heavy, that's why I got a couple Chevies Low budget I am, believe me when I speak it Limousine ain't a damn thing unless they let me keep it I duck the cakewalk and all that BS talk About what's fatter, West coast, North, South or New York It don't matter, it don't matter [Hook] If you don't know me you can call me Mistachuck (D) Public Enemy number one (yeah..) If you don't know me you can call me Mistachuck (D) Public Enemy number one You don't know me you can call me Mistachuck (D) Public Enemy number one If you don't know me you can call me mister chuck (The hard rhymer) (Yeah check it out Mister For you Yes...and you...and you....for all y'all)