Bass! How low can you go? Death row what a brother Once again, is the incredible Rhyme
The incredible D. Enemy number one said "Freeze!" and I got numb Can't I tell 'em that I never had a gun? But it's the wax that the X spun
Now got me in a cell, 'cause my records they sell a brother like me said "Well, Farrakhan's a and I think you ought to listen to What he can say to you, you ought to do"
Follow for now, to the people say "Make a miracle D, the lyrical" is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, y'all, here we go again
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Never badder than bad, the brother is madder than mad At the fact that's corrupt as a Soul on a roll, but you treat it like on a rope the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for I'm saying inside music the critics 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 gonna to wait till we get it right Radio Stations I question their They call themselves black, but we'll see if they play
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Get in front of me, the crowd 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 than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of 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 'em demos, but we ride limos, too
Whatcha do? Rap is not afraid of you Beat is for Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono Run DMC first said a deejay could be a on it's feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for B, and L.L. as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, still it can bells Ever forever, universal, it sell Time for me to exit, X-it
it up! Bring 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 with a boast with 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 Don't to wait, get the record straight Hey, in effect, got the Flavor Terminator X to sign checks, 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