CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bring the Noise
Bass! How low can you go?
Death row, what a brother knows
Once again back is the incredible, the rhyme animal
The young cannibal, “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 oughta 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
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 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
Death row, what a brother knows
Once again back is the incredible, the rhyme animal
The young cannibal, “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 oughta 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
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 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
