Bass! How low can you go? Death row what a knows Once again, is the incredible animal
The D. Public Enemy number one said "Freeze!" and I got numb Can't I tell 'em that I never had a gun? But it's the wax that the Terminator X
Now got me in a cell, 'cause my records they sell 'Cause a brother like me "Well, a prophet and I think you ought to listen to he can say to you, what you ought to do"
Follow for now, to the people say "Make a D, pump the lyrical" Black is back, all in, gonna win Check it out, y'all, here we go again
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
badder than bad, 'cause the brother is madder than mad At the fact that's as a senator Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a 'Cause the beats in the are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying music That the are blasting 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 They're gonna have to wait till we get it Radio Stations I their blackness They themselves black, but we'll see if they play this
Turn it up! tha noise! it up! Bring 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 side to side So what, the ride, the glide should be much than a suicide
control, beat is the father of your rock n' roll Music for whatcha, for whichin', you a band, man a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know You call 'em demos, but we limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not of you Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Ono Run DMC said a deejay could be a band Stand on feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock forever, universal, it will sell Time for me to exit, Terminator
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
From coast to coast, so you stop being like a 'Stand, my man? The beat's the with a boast dose Rock with some pizzazz, it last why you ask? Roll with the stars, still never get accepted as
We got to pleed the fifth, we can Don't need to wait, get the record 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 or two is dissing me and dissing you Yeah, I'm you