Bass! How low can you go? Death row a brother knows again, back is the incredible Rhyme
The incredible D. Enemy number one Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got Can't I tell 'em I really never had a gun? But it's the wax that the Terminator X
Now got me in a cell, 'cause my records they sell 'Cause a brother me said "Well, Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to to What he can say to you, what you to do"
Follow for now, to the people say "Make a D, pump the lyrical" Black is back, all in, gonna win Check it out, yeah y'all, we go again
Turn it up! 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 'Cause the in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm inside music That the critics are 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 to wait till we get it right Stations I question their blackness They call themselves black, but we'll see if play 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, he's X, I him Norm, ya know He can cut a from side to side So what, the ride, the glide should be safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock n' Music for whatcha, for whichin', you a band, man Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya You 'em demos, but we ride limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not of you Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Ono Run DMC first said a deejay could be a Stand on it's feet, get you out your
Beat is for B, and L.L. as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, it can rock bells Ever forever, universal, it will for me to exit, Terminator X-it
Turn it up! 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 last why you Roll with the stars, still never get accepted as
We got to pleed the fifth, we can 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 check it out down on the A magazine or two is me and dissing you Yeah, I'm you