Juice Magazin - Bring the Noise lyrics

Too black, too strong Too black, too strong [Intro: Flava Flav] Yo Chuck, these honey drippers are still fronting on us Show 'em that we can do this, cause we always knew this Haha, yeah boy! [Verse 1: Chuck D] Ba**! How low can you go? d**h 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 wanna 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, here we go again [Hook] Turn it up! Bring the noise! [Bridge: Flava Flav] Ayo Chuck, they're saying we're too black, man Yo I don't understand what they're saying But little do they know they can get a smack for that, man [Verse 2] 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 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 [Hook] [Bridge: Flava Flav] Ayo Chuck, they illin', we chillin' Yo PE in the house, top billin' Yo Chuck, show em what you can do, boy [Verse 3] Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me My deejay 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 Making 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 deejay could be a band Stand on its 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 [Hook] [Bridge: Flava Flav] Yo, they should know by now that they can't stop this bum rush Word up, better keep tellin' me to turn it down But yo, Flavor Flav ain't going out like that [Verse 4] From coast to coast, so you can stop being like a comatose "Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast 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 [Outro: Flava Flav] Hey yo, Griff, get thirty S1W, we got to handle this We ain't goin' out like that Yo man, straight up on the Columbo tip We can do this, like Buddhists Cause we always knew this You know what I'm sayin' There's just one thing that puzzles me, my brother What's wrong with all these people around here, man Is they clocking? Is they rocking? Is they shocking?...