Bass! How low can you go? Death row what a knows Once again, is the incredible Rhyme
The D. Public Enemy number one Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got Can't I tell 'em that I never had a gun? But it's the wax that the X spun
Now they got me in a cell, my records they sell 'Cause a brother like me "Well, Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you to listen to What he can say to you, what you to do"
Follow for now, power to the say "Make a miracle D, the lyrical" Black is back, all in, gonna win Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go
Turn it up! tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Never badder than bad, the brother is madder than mad At the fact corrupt as a senator Soul on a roll, but you it like soap on a rope 'Cause the in the lines are so dope
Listen for I'm saying inside music That the critics are me for They'll never for the brothers and sisters Now across the has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, on now gonna have to wait till we get it right Radio I question their blackness They call black, but we'll see if they play this
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 record from side to So what, the ride, the should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock n' Music for whatcha, for whichin', you a band, man Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya You 'em demos, but we ride limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not of you Beat is for Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono Run DMC first a deejay could be a band on it's feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for B, and L.L. as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock Ever forever, universal, it will 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 with a boast Rock some pizzazz, it will last why you ask? Roll with the rock stars, still get accepted as
We got to the fifth, we can investigate Don't need to wait, get the record Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor X to checks, play to get paid
We got to it out down on the avenue A magazine or two is me and dissing you Yeah, I'm you