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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 thyme 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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...frarrakhan'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 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, here we go again |
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Chorus: turn it up! bring the noise! |
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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 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 |
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Me for |
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They'll never care for the brothers and sisters |
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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'll play this |
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Chorus: turn it up! bring the noise! |
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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 ll, 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 boost toast |
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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 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 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... |
