Bring tha Noise (Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuck D, Flavor Flav, Chuck D & Flavor Flav] 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 oughta listen to What he can say to you, what'cha oughta do is Follow for now, power to 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 [Chorus: Anthrax] Turn it up Bring the noise Turn it up Bring the noise [Verse 2: Chuck D, Flavor Flav, Chuck D & Flavor Flav] Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad At the fact it's corrupt like a senator Soul on a 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 all blasting me for They'll never care for the brothers and sisters now (Brothers and sisters) Across the country has us up for the war We got to demonstrate, come on now They're gonna have to wait 'til we get it right Radio stations, I question their blackness They call themselves black, but we'll see if they play this [Chorus: Anthrax] Turn it up Bring the noise Turn it up Bring the noise [Verse 3: Scott Ian] 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 Makin' 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 own 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 [Chorus: Anthrax] Turn it up Bring the noise Turn it up Bring the noise [Bridge: Anthrax] Doo doo doo doo doo (Mind, come on) Doo doo doo doo doo (Come on) Doo doo doo doo doo (Come on) Doo doo doo doo doo (Yeah boy) Ooh (Here it is) Ooh (And you say goddam) Ah (Here it is) (Here's the dope jam) Ah (This is the dope jam) [Verse 4: Scott Ian] From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose 'Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast dose 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 [Breakdown: Anthrax, Chuck D] Yo, yo I got White Caesar at the crib Yo Chuck D, where are you? Yo check out this beat All right here we go All right, all right All the foxes in the audience Hear the drummer get wicked Hear the drummer get wicked Hear the drummer get wicked Hear the drummer get wicked Hear-hear-hear-hear, hear the, hear the Hear-hear-hear, hear the drum, hear the drum Hear the drummer get wicked [Drum Outro]