Bass! How low can you go? Death row a brother knows Once again, is the incredible animal
The incredible D. Enemy number one Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got Can't I 'em that I really never had a gun? But it's the wax that the X spun
Now they got me in a cell, 'cause my they sell 'Cause a brother me said "Well, Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you to listen to What he can say to you, you ought to do"
Follow for now, to the people say "Make a D, pump the lyrical" Black is back, all in, we're win it out, yeah y'all, here we go again
Turn it up! tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Never than bad, 'cause the brother is madder than mad At the fact that's corrupt as a Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a 'Cause the beats in the lines are so
for lessons I'm saying 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 have to wait till we get it right Radio Stations I question blackness They call themselves black, but we'll see if they play
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Get from in of me, the crowd runs to me My deejay is warm, he's X, I him Norm, ya know 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 Music for whatcha, for whichin', you a band, man Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya You call 'em demos, but we 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 on it's feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, Wax is for Anthrax, still it can bells Ever forever, universal, it sell for me to exit, Terminator X-it
Turn it up! tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
From to coast, so you stop being like a comatose 'Stand, my man? The beat's the same a boast dose with some pizzazz, it will last why you ask? Roll with the rock stars, still never get as
We got to pleed the fifth, we can need to wait, get the record straight Hey, in effect, got the Flavor Terminator X to sign checks, play to get
We got to check it out on the avenue A magazine or two is me and dissing you Yeah, I'm you