Bass! How low can you go? Death row a brother knows again, back is the incredible Rhyme
The incredible D. Public number one Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got Can't I tell 'em that I never had a gun? But it's the wax that the Terminator X
Now they got me in a cell, 'cause my records sell a brother 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, power to the say "Make a miracle D, the lyrical" Black is back, all in, we're win Check it out, yeah y'all, we go again
Turn it up! tha noise! it up! Bring 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 soap on a rope 'Cause the in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying music That the critics are 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 question their They call themselves black, but we'll see if play this
Turn it up! tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Get from in front of me, the runs to me My deejay is warm, X, I call him Norm, ya know He can cut a record from side to So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer a suicide
Soul control, beat is the of your rock n' roll for whatcha, for whichin', you call 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, 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 Ever forever, universal, it sell Time for me to exit, X-it
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
From coast to coast, so you stop being a comatose 'Stand, my man? The beat's the same a boast dose Rock with some pizzazz, it will why you ask? Roll with the stars, still never get accepted as
We got to the fifth, we can investigate 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 check it out down on the A magazine or two is dissing me and you Yeah, I'm you