[Verse 1: Murs]
Rodeo became Obama, yeah
The rap game full of drama, yeah
So many suckas makin' commas but I put that on my momma
They don’t really want no problems
Dirt nap for the dirty mack
You ain't never been down, you a dirty rat
Fuck Clint Eastwood and fuck Joe Rogan
Fuck Vince McMahon and fuck Hulk Hogan
Public Enemy still number one
What's more powerful than bullets from a gun?
Hit me in the chest, but without the vest
Filled me up with pride, had me feelin' blessed
To be a black kid in '92
Same year Steve Rifkind went and signed the Wu
What a time to be alivе
OutKast, Dogg Pound and Tribe
Issa vibe, issa journey, issa party too
Balancе doin' what you want with doin' what you gotta do
Issa vibe, issa journey, issa party too
Balance doin' what you want with doin' what you gotta do

[Chorus: Murs]
Fuck Donald Trump, fuck insufficient funds
Fuck fake gangbangers and fuck guns
Public Enemy still number one
Public Enemy still number one
Fuck Donald Trump, fuck insufficient funds
Fuck fake gangbangers and fuck guns
Public Enemy still number one
Public Enemy still number one
Yeah (Yeah)
Boy (Boy, boy, boy, boy)
DJ Fresh (DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)
[Refrain: Murs]
Trop had lyrics to go
I got lyrics to go
Kurupt has the illest flow
I got the illest flow
Southern playalistic fo sho (Yeah)
Southern California's dope
N***as know that I'm the GOAT
N***as know that I'm the GOAT
Trop had lyrics to go
I got lyrics to go
Kurupt has the illest flow
I got the illest flow
Southern playalistic fo sho (Yeah)
Southern California's dope
N***as know that I'm the GOAT
N***as know that I'm the GOAT

[Verse 2: Del The Funky Homosapien]
It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, it's ti—
It's time to appreciate the GOATs in this bitch
Totally clifs [?] to the switch
When we flow, don't matter what the mold it fits
My clogged arthery, we be rollin' thick
[?] switch and reload the clips
It's poetry, emotion, emotionless
I could either go deep or dig up a root
Like a tornado, flow make 'em lift up your roof
Picture the proof
Oh Mr. Magoose
That'd be, uh, twistin' the truth but can't get loose
They settle for less, they bargain hunters
We settle for more, we bounty hunters
Pound reduction like liposuction
Bring a low one to a sizable function
Elevation we be floatin' above 'em
Like UFOs [?] alien abduction
Ladies to the lovers, we the perfect gentlemen
Can't say for every case, it's a personal preference
What we say will pay off, insert in the register
That's the whole purpose, insurance settlement
For the rebel inside who like to live better than
Ever before, the treasure is yours, get it is
Easy like a candy boost, I'ma hit a lick
For all the assortment the GOATs is not limited, ah
[Chorus: Murs]
Fuck Donald Trump, fuck insufficient funds
Fuck fake gangbangers and fuck guns
Public Enemy still number one
Public Enemy still number one
Fuck Donald Trump, fuck insufficient funds
Fuck fake gangbangers and fuck guns
Public Enemy still number one
Public Enemy still number one