Bass! How low can you go? Death row what a brother Once again, back is the Rhyme
The incredible D. Public number one Five-O "Freeze!" and I got numb Can't I 'em that I really never had a gun? But the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell, my records they sell 'Cause a like me said "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, yeah y'all, here we go
Turn it up! tha noise! it up! Bring tha noise!
Never badder than bad, 'cause the brother is madder mad At the fact corrupt as a senator Soul on a roll, but you treat it like on a rope 'Cause the in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm inside music That the critics are me for never care for the brothers and sisters Now the country 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 call themselves black, but we'll see if they this
Turn it up! tha noise! it up! Bring tha noise!
Get from in front of me, the crowd to me My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya He can cut a record from side to So what, the ride, the glide be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your n' roll for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man Makin' a music, it, but you can't do it, ya know You 'em demos, but we ride limos, too
Whatcha do? Rap is not afraid of you Beat is for Sonny Bono, is for Yoko Ono Run DMC first said a deejay be a band Stand on feet, get you out your seat
is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, still it can bells forever, universal, it will sell Time for me to exit, Terminator
Turn it up! tha noise! it up! Bring tha noise!
From coast to coast, so you stop being a comatose 'Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast with some pizzazz, it will last why you ask? Roll with the rock stars, never get accepted as
We got to pleed the fifth, we can Don't to wait, get the record straight Hey, in effect, got the Flavor Terminator X to checks, play to get paid
We got to it out down on the avenue A magazine or two is dissing me and you Yeah, I'm you