Bring The Noise

Too black, too strong

Too black, too strong

Yo, Chuck

These alley trippers are still frontin' on us

Show 'em that we can do this

'Cause we always knew this, ha ha

Yeah, boy!

Bass! How low can you go?

Death row, what a brother know

Once again, back is the incredible

Rhyme animal, the incredible

D, Public Enemy number one

Five-O said, freeze, and I got numb

Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?

But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun

Now they got me in a cell

'Cause my records, they sell

'Cause a brother like me said, Well

Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to

What he can say to you, what you ought to do

Is follow for now, power of the people, say

Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical

Black is back, all in, We're gonna win

Check it out

Yeah, y'all, c'mon

Here we go again

Turn it up! Bring the noise!

Turn it up! Bring the noise!

Hey yo, Chuck, they're sayin' we too black, man

Yo, I don't understand what they're saying

But little do they know they can get a smack for that, man

Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad

At the fact that's corrupt like a senator

Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope

'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope

Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music

That the critics are all blasting me for

They'll never care for the brothers and sisters

Now across the country has us up for the war

We got to demonstrate, come on now

They're gonna have to wait till we get it right

Radio stations, I question their blackness

They call themselves black, but we'll see if they'll play this

Turn it up! Bring the noise!

Turn it up! Bring the noise!

Hey yo, Chuck, they're illin', we chillin'

Yo, PE in the house, top billing

Yo, Chuck, show 'em what you can do, boy

Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me

My DJ is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, y'know

He can cut a record from side to side

So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide

Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll

Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man

Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, y'know

You call 'em demos

But we ride limos, too

Whatcha gonna do? rap is not afraid of you

Beat is for Sonny Bono

Beat is for Yoko Ono

Run-DMC first said a DJ could be a band

Stand on its own feet, get you out your seat

Beat is for Eric B. And LL, as well, hell

Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells

Ever forever, universal, it will sell

Time for me to exit, Terminator X it

Turn it up! Bring the noise!

Turn it up! Bring the noise!

Yo, they should know by now that they can't stop this [?]

Word up, better keep tellin' me to turn it down

But yo, Flavor Flav ain't going out like that

Come on

Come on

Come on, now

Come on

From coast to coast, so used to being like a comatose

Stand, my man, the beat's the same with a boast toast

Rock with some pizzazz, it will last. Why you ask?

Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as

We got to plead the Fifth, you can investigate

Don't need to wait, get the record straight

Hey, posse in effect, got Flavor, Terminator

X to sign checks, play to get paid

You got to check it out down on the avenue

A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you

Yeah, I'm telling you

Hey yo, Griff, the S1W

We got to handle this

We ain't goin' out like that

Yo man, straight up on the Columbo tip

We can do this, like Brutus

'Cause we always knew this

You know what I'm sayin'

There's just one thing that puzzles me, my brother

What's wrong with all these people around here, man