Yeah, party
Dance, 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, Farrakhan'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, here we go again
Turn it up, bring the noise
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact thats 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 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
Turn it up, bring the noise
Bring The Noise (Benny Benaasi Vs Public Enemy Pum... Video (MV)
Performed By: Benny Benassi
Written by: James Henry Boxley Iii, Eric T. Sadler, Carlton Douglas Ridenhour, George Clinton Jr.
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Yeah, party
Dance, 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, Farrakhan'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, here we go again
Turn it up, bring the noise
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact thats 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 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
Turn it up, bring the noise
Dance, 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, Farrakhan'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, here we go again
Turn it up, bring the noise
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact thats 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 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
Turn it up, bring the noise
Writer: James Henry Boxley Iii, Eric T. Sadler, Carlton Douglas Ridenhour, George Clinton Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING