Yeah, I'm tellin' you
Run-DMC first said a DJ could be a band
We got to plead the Fifth, you can investigate
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Is follow for now, power of the people, say
Stand on its feet, get you out your seat
We got to demonstrate, come on now
Check it out, yeah, y'all, here we go again
Turn it up, bring the noise
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Too black, too strong
D, Public Enemy, number one
"Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical"
They call themselves black, but we'll see if they'll play this
Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records, they sell
Soul on roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
Beat is for Eric B. an' LL, as well, hell
That the critics are blastin' me for
Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor Terminator
Turn it up, bring the noise
Five O said, "Freeze" an' I got numb
Turn it up, bring the noise
Now across the country has us up for the war
Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know
Rock with some pizzazz, it will last, why, you ask?
Bass, how low can you go?
Once again, back is the incredible
They'll never care for the brothers an' sisters
At the fact that's corrupt like a senator
Turn it up, bring the noise
Death Row, what a brother knows
They're gonna have to wait 'til we get it right
X to sign checks, play to get paid
Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?
'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock 'n' roll
Don't need to wait, get the record straight
So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boost toast
The rhyme animal, the uncannible
Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
You got to check it out, down on the avenue
'Cause a brother like me said, "Well
Radio stations, I question their blackness
Ever forever, universal, it will sell
He can cut a record from side to side
What he can say to you, what you ought to do"
A magazine or two is dissin' me an' dissin' you
My DJ is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know
Farrakhan's a prophet an' I think you ought to listen to
Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as
Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man
Turn it up, bring the noise
Songwriters: Joseph Bellardini, Frank Bello, Charles Benante, James Boxley Iii, Carlton Ridenhour, Sscott Ian Rosenfeld, Eric Sadler, Daniel Spitz
You call 'em demos, but we ride limos, too
Too black, too strong
Publishers: DEF AMERICAN SONGS, NFP MUSIC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z TUNES LLC., YOUR MOTHER'S MUSIC INC
Time for me to exit, Terminator X it
Black is back, all in, we're gonna win
Turn it up, bring the noise
Listen for lessons, I'm sayin' inside music
Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells
From coast to coast, so you stop bein' like a comatose