Letras
Yeah, boy
Bass, how low can you go?
Death Row, what a brother know
Once again, back is the incredible
Rhyme animal, the uncannable D
Public Enemy number one
Five-O said, freeze and I got numb
Then 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 abominant, I think you oughta listen to
What he can say to you, what you oughta 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, come on)
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 and the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying in side music
That the critics are all blasting me for
They'll never care for the brothers and sisters
'Cause the country hasn't suffered the war
We've got to demonstrate (come on)
Now they're gonna have to wait ('til we get it right)
Radio stations now question their Blackness
They call us a blackball, we'll see 'em the latest
Turn it up
Bring the noise
Turn it up
Bring the noise
Get from in front of me the crowd rushed to me
My DJ is warm, his name's Chuck D, I call him Norm, you know
He could cut a record from side to side
So when the ride beglides, he'll be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, Pete is the father of your rock and roll
Music for what you call witch and you call a bad man
Making the music, abuse it, but you can't do it, you know
You call 'em demos (but we rock demos too)
What you gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Pete is for Sonny Bono (Pete is for Yoko Ono)
Run DMC, first aid, the DJ could be a bad
Stand on his own feet, get you out your seat
Pete is for Erick B and LL as well, hell
Mike is for Anthrax, still he can rock well
Ever forever, universal it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X is
Turn it up
Bring the noise
Turn it up
Bring the noise
From coast to coast, so you stop feeling like a comatose
Stand my man, the beats are the same when I post those
Rock with some pizzazz, it will last, why you ask?
Roll with the rock stars (you never can accept to that!)
We got to plead the fifth, we can't investigate
Don't need to wait, get the record straight
Hey, Mike D in effect, got flavor
Terminator X, the side track's played to get paid
We got to check it out, then on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you
Yeah, I'm telling you
Yo, yo, I got black music that I got to play
Yo, Chuck D, where are you?
Yo, check out this beat
Alright, here we go, alright, alright
Feel the drummer get wicked
Feel the drummer get wicked
Feel the drummer get wicked
Feel the drummer get wicked
Feel the drummer get wicked
