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Yo, Chuck, this [incomprehensible] are still fronting on us
Show them 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 Frarrakhan'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, here we go again

Turn it up, bring the noise
Yo, Chuck, they saying we too black man, bring the noise
Yo, I don't understand what they're saying
But little do they know they could get a smack for that man

Never badder than bad
'Cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt as a senator
Soul on 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 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
Yo, Chuck, they illin', we chillin', bring the noise
Yo, P. E. in the house time fillin'
Yo, Chuck, show them, what you can do, boy?

Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him norm, ya 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, ya 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 deejay 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
Yo, they should know by now that they can't stop this
Bum rush, bring the noise, word up, man
They keep telling 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 you stop being like a Comatose
Stand my man, the beat's the same with a boost toast
Rock with some pizazz, it will last, why you ask?
Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as

We got to plead the fifth, we can investigate
Don't need to wait, get the record straight
Hey, posse's in effect, got the flavor Terminator-X
To sign checks, play to get paid

We got to check it out down on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissin' me and dissin' you
Yeah, I'm telling you, eh, yo, Griff
Get the SW1, we got to handle this
We ain't going out like that, yo, man
Straight up on the Colombo tip

We can do this, like Brutus
'Cause we always knew this
Ya know what I'm saying?
There's just one thing that puzzles me, my brother
What's wrong with all these people around here, man?
Is there clockin', is there rockin', is there?

Yo, Chuck, this [incomprehensible] are still fronting on us
Show them that we can do this