Idioma Origen:
Bass!
Bring the noise!
Bass! how low can you go?
Yeeah boy
Bass, how low can you go?
Death row. what a brother knows.
Once again, back is the incredible
The thyme 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 its 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...
...frarrakhans 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, were gonna win
Check it out, yeah yall, here we go again
Chorus: 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 Im saying inside music that the critics are blasting
Me for
Theyll never care for the brothers and sisters
Now across the country has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, come on now, theyre gonna have to wait
Till we get it right
Radio stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black, but well see if theyll play this
Chorus: turn it up! bring the noise!
Idioma Destino:
Bass!
Bring the noise!
Bass! how low can you go?
Yeeah boy
Bass, how low can you go?
Death row. what a brother knows.
Once again, back is the incredible
The thyme 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 its 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...
...frarrakhans 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, were gonna win
Check it out, yeah yall, here we go again
Chorus: 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 Im saying inside music that the critics are blasting
Me for
Theyll never care for the brothers and sisters
Now across the country has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, come on now, theyre gonna have to wait
Till we get it right
Radio stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black, but well see if theyll play this
Chorus: turn it up! bring the noise!