| Song | Bring Tha Noize |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | Apocalypse 91… The Enemy Strikes Black |
| 作词 : Anthrax, D., Sadler, Shocklee | |
| 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 dope | |
| 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... |
| zuò cí : Anthrax, D., Sadler, Shocklee | |
| 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 | |
| " FiveO" 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 dope | |
| 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 | |
| RunDMC 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 Xit | |
| 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... |