| Lyrics: | Bass! How low can you go?
Death row. What a brother knows.
Once again back is the
incredible
the thyme animal
the incredible 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...
...Frarrakhan's a prophet and I think
you ought to listen to
what he can say to you, what you ought to do."
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, here we go again
Chorus:
Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than
mad
At the fact that's corrupt as a senator
Soul on 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 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
Till we get it right
Radio
stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black, but we'll see if they'll
play this
Chorus: Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Get from in front of
me, the crowd runs to me
My deejay is 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 deejay could be a
band
Stand on its feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B. and LL, 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
Chorus...
From
coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
"Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a
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 the Flavor
Terminator
X to sign checks, play 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 |
