drum The land trembles with dancing CHORUS: Making a noise in this world Making a noise in this world You can bet your ass I won't go quietly Makin' a noise
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da coop that cost a hundred thous, hakala shikmina lady ron browz my money make noise yours quite as a mouse send a email in da boyz in da house all da
down to Montego Bay Yeah, the party?s right here with me and the boys Let the whiskey fall, come on, make some noise Let?s all get away, make life a
play everyday for the good girls and boys hey, hey, hey, hey You know I love New Jersey I'm crazy about Chicago too and all the margaritas in Texas make a
Warlocks in Wonderland I've gotta megatropolis in my hand And a subterranean marching band Makin' noise for the boys in the Vatican And a A little package
dizzy sounds When the songs you're playing Dancing around in my head Dancing around in my head Na na na na na na na na na na na Something's got me Making noise
and mouth pieces! Then we could pad the floor and walls, put cameras inside bathroom stalls We make sure only nice bands play, make every show a matinee
much space We ain't no fucking rock band, man We're a professional Disgrace - is the word I would use To describe The noises we're making Feedback, wrong key, a
responsibility Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric
by a snake But I judge faces to the fact That I'm proud to be black Do the best that I can with my fly girl band So ladies and gentlemen Boys and girls
No Flash, No Band, No Change, yo No DJ's, No grab, No breakers, No MC What would the state of dope world truly be? No throw your hands, no screaming, no noise
the noises that you make in my ears so I'm stuck now waitin a year don't give a fuck how I struck out what for goodness sake I'm here father time patricide
like A to the B to the C The 7 piece band, you gotta see to believe Make you jump around like you needed to pee Make noise if you wanted me to proceed
ecstasy, asking me if I wanna roll, yes, yes Bitches never gave a fuck about a fling Make's it exciting, when a married nigga, wanna fuck around And a bitch know he down for a
with no deals, walk men rappin' on the streets I turned my back, 90 percent of the city sounded wack Payola scams switched DJ's like a rubber band Everybody
s late at night, late at night Let me tell you When you got a headache A little headache powder will help you When you got a backache Go down To John R. & Brush and a
comeback, tongue that's sharp like a thumbtack, It's so tight James is saying give my funk back, One track, eight track, a-dat, residual Noise, band
