Bring the noise!
Bring the noise!
Yeah, boy!

Bass! How low can you go?
Death row? What a brother know
Once again, back is the incredible rhyme animal
The uncannable 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 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, y'all, come on) here we go again

Bring the noise!

Ayo, Chuck, they're saying we're too black, man
(Bring the noise!)
Yo, I don't understand what they're saying
But little do they know they can get a smack for that, man
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt like 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 all blasting me for
They'll never care for the brothers and sisters now, '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

Turn it up!
Turn it up!
Turn it up!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!

Bring the noise!

Bring the noise!

Bring the noise!

Bring the noise!