| Verse 1
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| Basss!
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| 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 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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| …Farrakahn's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to What he can say to you, what you ought to do»
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| Follow for now, power of 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 c’mon, here we go again
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| Chorus
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| Turn it up! |
| Bring the noise
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| Verse 2
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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 senaotor
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| Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
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| Caus the beats in the lines are so dope
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| Listen for lessons I’m saying inside music
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| That the critics are blasting me for
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| They’ll never care for the brothers and sisters now across
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| 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’ll play this
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| Chorus
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| Verse 3
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| Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me 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 it’s own 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 I can rock bells ever forever,
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| 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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| Verse 4
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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 boost-toast
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| Rock with some pizzazz, it will last, why you ask?
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| Roll with the rock stats, you’ll never get accepted as We got to plead 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 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 tow is dissing me and dissing you
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| Yeah, I’m telling you… |