Tasty Tunes [Songs] - Covers
Bring the Noise
Lyrics:
Too black, too strong
Too black, too strong
Yo, Chuck
These
alley trippers are still frontin' on us
Show 'em that we can do this
'Cause we always knew this, ha ha
Yeah, boy!
Bass! How low can
you go?
Death row, what a brother know
Once again, back is the
incredible
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
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, c'mon
Here we go again
Turn it
up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Hey yo,
Chuck, they're sayin' we 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
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 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 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'll play this
Turn it up!
Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!
[Flavor
Flav:]
Hey yo, Chuck, they're illin', we chillin'
Yo, PE in
the house, top billing
Yo, Chuck, show 'em what you can do, boy
[Chuck D.:]
Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My DJ is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, y'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, y'know
You call 'em
demos
[Flavor Flav:]
But we ride limos, too
[Chuck D.:]
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is
for Sonny Bono
[Flavor Flav:]
Beat is for Yoko Ono
Run-DMC first said a DJ 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
Turn it up!
Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Yo, they should
know by now that they can't stop this
Word up, better keep tellin' me
to turn it down
But yo, Flavor Flav ain't going out like that
Come on
Come on
Come on, now
Come on
From coast to
coast, so used to 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, you can investigate
Don't need to wait, get
the record straight
Hey, posse in effect, got Flavor, Terminator
X
to sign checks, play to get paid
You got to check it out down on
the avenue
A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you
Yeah,
I'm telling you...
Hey yo, Griff, the 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 Brutus
'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...
Notes:
Performed:
Date: | Venue: | Location: | Event: |
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04/21/18 | Globe Hall | Denver, Co. | 420 On the Block Music Festival Late Night |