Bass! How low can you go? Death row what a knows again, back is the incredible Rhyme
The incredible D. Enemy number one said "Freeze!" and I got numb Can't I tell 'em that I really never had a But it's the wax that the X spun
Now they got me in a cell, my records they sell 'Cause a like me said "Well, Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you to listen to What he can say to you, you ought to do"
for now, power to the people say "Make a miracle D, 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!
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 soap on a rope 'Cause the beats in the are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm inside music the critics are blasting me for They'll never care for the and sisters Now the country has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, on now They're gonna have to wait we get it right 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, X, I call him Norm, ya know He can cut a record from to side So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a
Soul control, beat is the of your rock n' roll for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man Makin' a music, 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 is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono Run DMC first a deejay could be a band Stand on it's feet, get you out your
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 being like a comatose 'Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast Rock some pizzazz, it will last why you ask? Roll with the rock stars, still get accepted as
We got to the fifth, we can investigate need to wait, get the record straight Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor X to checks, play to get paid
We got to check it out on the avenue A magazine or two is dissing me and you Yeah, I'm you