Bass! How low can you go? Death row a brother knows Once again, is the incredible Rhyme
The incredible D. Public Enemy one Five-O "Freeze!" and I got numb I tell 'em that I really never had a gun? But it's the wax that the X spun
Now got me in a cell, 'cause my records they sell 'Cause a like me said "Well, Farrakhan's a prophet and I you ought to listen to What he can say to you, what you to do"
for now, power to the people say "Make a miracle D, the lyrical" is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, y'all, here we go again
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Never badder bad, 'cause the brother is madder than mad At the that's corrupt as a senator Soul on a roll, but you it like soap on a rope 'Cause the in the lines are so dope
for lessons I'm saying inside music That the are blasting me for They'll never care for the and sisters Now across the has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, on now They're have to wait till we get it right Stations I question their blackness They call themselves black, but we'll see if they play
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Get from in front of me, the runs to me My deejay is warm, he's X, I him Norm, ya know He can cut a from side to side So what, the ride, the should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your n' roll Music for whatcha, for whichin', you a band, man Makin' a music, abuse it, but you do it, ya know You 'em demos, but we ride limos, too
Whatcha do? Rap is not afraid of you is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono Run DMC first said a could be a band Stand on it's feet, get you out seat
is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, it can rock bells forever, universal, it will sell Time for me to exit, Terminator
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose 'Stand, my man? The beat's the same a boast dose Rock with some pizzazz, it last why you ask? Roll with the rock stars, never get accepted as
We got to pleed the fifth, we can need to wait, get the record straight Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor X to sign checks, to get paid
We got to it out down on the avenue A magazine or two is dissing me and you Yeah, I'm you