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  • 作词 : Hank Shocklee/Charlie Benante/Scott Ian Rosenfeld/Joseph Bellardini/Carlton Ridenhour/Eric Sadler/Frank Joseph Bello/Daniel Alan Spitz
    作曲 : Hank Shocklee/Charlie Benante/Scott Ian Rosenfeld/Joseph Bellardini/Carlton Ridenhour/Eric Sadler/Frank Joseph Bello/Daniel Alan Spitz
    Bass! How low can you go?
    Death row. What a brother knows.
    Once again, back is the incredible
    The 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."
    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

    Chorus: Turn it up! Bring the noise![x2]

    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 ****
    Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music that the critics are all 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![x2]

    Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
    My DJ 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 DJ could be a band
    Stand on it's 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: Turn it up! Bring the noise![x2]

    From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
    "Stan 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...
  • 作词 : Hank Shocklee/Charlie Benante/Scott Ian Rosenfeld/Joseph Bellardini/Carlton Ridenhour/Eric Sadler/Frank Joseph Bello/Daniel Alan Spitz
    作曲 : Hank Shocklee/Charlie Benante/Scott Ian Rosenfeld/Joseph Bellardini/Carlton Ridenhour/Eric Sadler/Frank Joseph Bello/Daniel Alan Spitz
    Bass! How low can you go?
    Death row. What a brother knows.
    Once again, back is the incredible
    The 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."
    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

    Chorus: Turn it up! Bring the noise![x2]

    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 ****
    Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music that the critics are all 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![x2]

    Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
    My DJ 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 DJ could be a band
    Stand on it's 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: Turn it up! Bring the noise![x2]

    From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
    "Stan 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...