Enemy Public Bring The Noise Lyrics

Bring The Noise Lyrics

Bass! How low can you go?  

 Death row. What a brother knows.  

 Once again  back is the incredible  

 the thyme 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."  

 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  

  

 Chorus: Turn it up! Bring the noise!  

  

 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  

  

 Chorus: Turn it up! Bring the noise!  

  

 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 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  

  

 Chorus...  

  

 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 pizzazz, 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 dissing me and dissing you  

 Yeah, I'm telling you