Bass!
How low can you go?
Death row, what a brother know
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal, the young cannibal D, Public Enemy number one,
"Five-O" said "Freeze!" and I got numb
Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell, 'cause my records, they sell
'Cause a brother like me said, well...
Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you oughtta listen to
what he can say to you, what you ought to do is
Follow for now, power of the people, say
"Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical"
Black is back, all in, we're gonna win
Check it out, yeah y'all, c'mon, here we go again
Turn it up! Bring the noise
Turn it up! Bring the noise
Never badder than bad, 'cause a brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt like a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music
That the critics are all blasting me for
They'll never care for the brothers and sisters
Now across the country has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, come on now
They're gonna have to wait 'til we get it right
Radio stations, I question their blackness
They call themselves black, but we'll see if they'll play this
Turn it up! Bring the noise
Turn it up! Bring the noise
Get from in front of me! The crowd runs to me
My DJ's warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know
He can cut a record from side to side, so what?
The ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock 'n' roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man
Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know
You call 'em demos, but we ride limos too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run-DMC first said a DJ couldn't be a band
Stand on its own feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B and L. L. as well, hell
Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells
Ever forever, Universal it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it
Turn it up! Bring the noise
Turn it up! Bring the noise
From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
'Stand, my man, the beat's the same with our boost-toast
Rock with some pizzazz, it will last, "why?" you ask
Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as
We got to plead the Fifth, we can investigate
Don't need to wait, get the record straight, hey!
Posse's in effect, got Flavor, Terminator
X to sign checks, playing to get paid
We got to check it out down on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you
Yeah, I'm telling you...
