Bass! How low can you go? Death row a brother knows Once again, is the incredible animal
The incredible D. Public number one said "Freeze!" and I got numb Can't I tell 'em that I really had a gun? But it's the wax that the X spun
Now got me in a cell, 'cause my records they sell 'Cause a brother like me "Well, Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you to listen to he can say to you, what you ought to do"
Follow for now, power to the say "Make a D, pump the lyrical" is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, y'all, here we go again
Turn it up! tha noise! Turn it up! 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 it like soap on a rope 'Cause the in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying inside That the are blasting me for They'll never 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 I question their blackness They call themselves black, but see if they play this
Turn it up! 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 side to side So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your n' roll Music for whatcha, for whichin', you 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 seat
is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, hell 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!
coast to coast, so you stop being like 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 rock stars, never get accepted as
We got to pleed the fifth, we can Don't need to wait, get the record Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor X to sign checks, play to get
We got to it out down on the avenue A magazine or two is me and dissing you Yeah, I'm you