Flavor Flav: Yeah boy!
Chuck D: [Rapping] Bass! How low can you go? Death row, what a brother knows once again, back is the incredible, the rhyme animal, the uncannable D, Public Enemy Number One, Five-O said, Freeze! and I got numb, Can I tell 'em that I never really 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, Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to What he can say to you, what you wanna do is 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 yo come on now, here we go again!
Chuck D: Turn it up! Bring the noise! 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 a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope, cause the beats and 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, Mow, cause 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!
Chuck D: Turn it up! Bring the noise! Turn it up! Bring the noise! 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, Making 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 its 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!
Chuck D: Turn it up! Bring the noise! Turn it up! Bring the noise! From coast to coast, so you can stop being like a comatose Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast 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! Where are you? We're going get with it. We're going get with it. We're going get with it. We're going get with it. Rhythm here the jamming going get with it.
