Public Enemy: Rebel Without a Pause

Being a 14 year old white boy from the suburbs, I didn’t even know this shit wasn’t built for me. There was no way you could of convinced me. I rocked It Takes a Nation and Fear of a Black Planet HARD. I even remember having the Yo! Bum Rush the Show cassette. It wasn’t the words that got me, it was the energy. And a certain amount of awareness. Goddamn.

Just watched the PE/Roots performance from the VH1 Honors and I was 14 all over again.


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 a sabbatical – yes to make it critical
The only part of your body should be parting to
Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you

Radio – suckers never play me
On the mix – they just O.K. me
Now known and grown when they’re clocking my zone it’s known
Snakin’ and takin’ everything that a brother owns
Hard – my calling card
Recorded and orderd – supporter of Chesimard
Loud and proud kickin’ 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 tickin’

Terminator X

From a rebel it’s final on black vinyl
Soul, rock and roll comin’ like a rhino
Tables turn – suckers burn to learn
They can’t dis-able the power of my label
Def Jam – tells you who I am
The enemy’s public – they really give a damn
Strong Island – where I got ’em wildin
That’s the reason they’re claimin’ that I’m violent
Never silent – no dope gettin’ dumb nope
Claimin’ where we get our rhythm from
Number one – we hit ya and we give ya some
No gun – and still never on the run
You wanna be an S.1 – Griff will tell you when
And then you’ll come again – you’ll know what time it is
Impeach the president – pullin’ out the ray-gun
Zap the next one – I could be you’re Sho-gun
Suckers – don’t last a minute
Soft and smooth – I ain’t with it
Hardcore – rawbone like a razor
I’m like a lazer – I just won’t graze ya
Old enough to raise ya – so this will faze ya
Get it right boy maybe I will praise ya
Playin’ the role I got soul too
Voice my opinion with volume
Smooth – not what I am
Rough – cause I’m a man
No matter what the name – we’re all the same
Pieces in one big chess game
Yeah – the voice of power
Is in the house – go take a shower boy
P.E. a group, a crew – not singular
We were black Wranglers
We’re rap stranglers
You can’t angle us – I know you’re listenin’
I caught you pissin’ in your pants
You’re scared of us dissin’ us
The crowd is missin’ us
We’re on a mission y’all

Terminator X

Attitude – when I’m on fire
Juice on the loose – electric wire
Simple and plain – give me the lane
I’ll throw it down your throat like Barkley
You see my car keys – you’ll never get these
They belong to the 98 posse
You want some more son – you wanna get some
Bum rush the door on a store – pick up the album
You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed
So I can enter your mind – Boys
Bring the noise – my time
Step aside for the flex –
Terminator X