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