Public Enemy & Benny Benassi — Bring The Noise Remix (Pump-Kin Instrumental)

Bass, how low can you go?
Death Row?
What a brother know.
Once again, back is the incredible.
Rhyme Animal, the uncannible, the Public Enemy Number One,
5063.
And I got numb.
Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?
But it's the wax that determined the ex-spun.
Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records they sell.
'Cause a brother like me said, "Well,
Farrak has a profit and I think you oughta listen to what it can say to you." What you oughta do is follow.
For now, hear what the people say: make a miracle.
Keep up the lyrical.
Black is back, all in, we're gonna win.
Check it out.
Yeah, yo, come on.
Here we go again.
Hey, yo, Chuck, they say we too black, man.
Bring the noise.
You don't understand what they say,
But little do they know they can get a smack for that, man.
Never banned in an advance 'cause a brother is banned in an advance.
The fact is, corrupt like a senator.
Soul on the road,
But you treat it like soap on a rope 'cause the beats and the lies are so dope.
Listen for lessons I'm saying.
It's not music that the critics are a blasting before.
Still never cared for the brothers and sisters.
Why?
'Cause the country has us up for the war.
We got to get them straight.
Come on now.
They're gonna have to wait 'til we get it right.
Radio stations are questioned as blackness.
They call us a black, but we'll see 'em the plainest.
Turn it up.
Turn it up.
Turn it up.
Turn it up.
Bring the noise.
Bring the noise.
Bring the noise.
Bass, how low can you go?