Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuck D
Chuck D
Vocals
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Programming
Fantastic Freaks
Fantastic Freaks
Sampled Artist
Flavor Flav
Flavor Flav
Vocals
Funkadelic
Funkadelic
Sampled Artist
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Programming
James Brown
James Brown
Sampled Artist
Malcolm X
Malcolm X
Sampled Artist
Marva Whitney
Marva Whitney
Sampled Artist
Terminator X
Terminator X
Scratches
The Commodores
The Commodores
Sampled Artist
The Soul Children
The Soul Children
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlton Ridenhour
Carlton Ridenhour
Songwriter
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Songwriter
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Songwriter
Carl Ryder
Carl Ryder
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Executive Producer
Carl Ryder
Carl Ryder
Producer
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Producer
CHUCK VALLE
CHUCK VALLE
Engineer
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Assistant Producer
Rod Hui
Rod Hui
Mixing Engineer
Steve Ett
Steve Ett
Mixing Engineer
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
Producer

Lyrics

Too black, too strong Too black, too strong Yo, Chuck, these honey drippers are still frontin' on us Show 'em that we can do this 'Cause we always knew this Haha, 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 5-0 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 you oughta do is Follow for now," power, the people say "Make a miracle (D), pump the lyrical" Black is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, (yeah, yo, come on) Here we go again Turn it up! Bring the noise Say, turn it up Ayo, Chuck They sayin' we too black, man (bring the noise!) Yo, I don't understand what they sayin', 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, it'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 sayin' inside music that the critics are all blastin' me for They'll never care for the brothers and sisters, why? 'Cause the country has us up for the war We got to get 'em straight, 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 Say, turn it up Ayo, Chuck, they illin' We chillin' (bring the noise) Yo, P.E. in the house, top billin' But yo, Chuck, show 'em what you can do, boy Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me My DJ 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 which in, 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 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 Say, turn it up! Yo, they should know by now that they can't stop this bum rush (bring the noise) 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 you 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, 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 We got to check it out down on the avenue A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you Yeah, I'm tellin' you Ayo, 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 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? Is they clocking? Is they rocking? Is they shocking?
Writer(s): Eric T. Sadler, Carlton Ridenhour, George Jr. Clinton, James Henry Boxley Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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