Track #8 Public Enemy No. 1 by Public Enemy
For all you...
Suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are always starting fires
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, heard she fixes old dryers
You have no desires, your father fixes tires
You try to sell your equipment but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you and your crew is only known as good triers
Known as the poetic, political, lyrical son
I'm Public Enemy number one
What's that noise I asked Louis in our shared room in the group via Dobbs Ferry 1987. What were those strange illuminating sounds coming from that LP? Jaded as I was about rap and Run-DMC fatigue, Louis showed me that cover of the LP he was playing, it was menacing, six Black faces with serious intentions to persuade me back into hip-hop. Chuck D the "Hard Rhymer" in his a white cap stood out on the cover his face matched his booming voice. The first track "You're Gonna Get Yours" kicked off "Yo! Bum Rush the Show" Public Enemy is here, lyrics and hard beats characterize them for years to come. My rebellious nature was in sync with every track offering, "Public Enemy's" inaugural album was as innovating as Licensed to Ill by The Beastie Boys, Def Jam has heard the youth.
My favorite track "Public Enemy No. 1" perfect usage of Flavor Flav ( he is best when he his vocals are limited) talking over a sample of Blow Your Head by Fred Wesley & The J.B.'s letting us known the confidence of Mr. Chuck's rhyming expertise in the dawn of the importance of being lyrical.
“Yo Chuck, bust a move man
I was on my way up here to the studio, you know what I'm saying
And this brother stopped me and asked me
"Yo, what's up with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice?"
I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice",
“Chuck D” let me know he's nice, with “Public Enemy” there wasn't a pretense to keep up with fashion the noise sensationalized my senses and worldview, “Public Enemy” was and still are the Black Superheroes that afforded me the cape to wear , not father figures, but big uncles who guided me through my trouble you.
"Public Enemy No. 1" minimalist rap is the genius of "Yo! Bum Rush the Show".