Turn it up, bring the noise
And I think you ought to listen to what he can say to you
Forever, Universal it will sell
Stand my man? The beat's the same with a boost, toast
He can cut a record from side to side
Turn it up, bring the noise
Radio stations I question their blackness
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm ya know
At the fact that's corrupt like a senator
To sign checks, play to get paid
"Five-O" said, "Freeze" and I got numb
You call'em demos but we ride limos too
From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music
Time for me to exit, Terminator exit
Hey, posse's in effect, got flavor, Terminator X
Turn it up, bring the noise
Beat is for Eric B and L. L. as well, hell
Across the country has us up for the war
Wax is for Anthrax, still I can rock bells ever
Stand on it's own feet, get you out your seat
They call themselves black but we'll see if they'll play this
Turn it up, bring the noise
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
Turn it up, bring the noise
Don't need to wait, get the record straight
Turn it up, bring the noise
We got to plead the Fifth, we can investigate
Makin' a music, abuse it but you can't do it, ya know
A magazine or two is dissin' me and dissin' you
Yeah, I'm telling you
Run-DMC first said a deejay could be a band
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock 'n' roll
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
They're gonna have to wait 'til we get it right
They'll never care for the brothers and sisters now
We got to check it out down on the avenue
Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun
What you ought to do", follow for now, power of the people, say
Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band man
Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records, they sell
Rock with some pizazz, it will last, why you ask?
The young cannibal, D, Public Enemy number one
"Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical", black is back, all in
'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
That the critics are blasting me for
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
'Cause a brother like me said, "Well, Farrakahn's a prophet
So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide
We got to demonstrate, come on now
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Roll with the rock stars, you'll never get accepted as
We're gonna win, check it out, yeah y'all c'mon, here we go again
