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