their spinal column disconnects We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke This is the season for noise
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
If you hear any noise It's just me and the boys Hit me, you gotta hit the band If you hear any noise It's just me and the boys Hit me, you gotta hit
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
hair is dirty Teeth as if beneath a highlighter, just not pearly Peeling armhairs harm their relation to the band-aid The mucas formation is man made
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
on both feet Tippy-toed across the continent, on the dope beat Settled in the mainland ghetto by the sand trap Rocked to a handclap until I got my band
now? The candle burned out and we stumbled around in the dark And I can feel you slipping away The band keeps on playing, the world keeps revolving Around all the static, the noise
My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run; My strongest trials now are past, My triumph is begun. Refrain: Oh, come, angel band, Come and
Miss Thing with this ring But if I wasn't Tech N9ne Bitches wouldn't even wanna be with Tech N9ne If I did no music, then would you respect mine This wedding band
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
fuck up, get to stomping to it Get the band, get the drumline, we marching to it Get your aunt, get your uncles, get your mom's into it This is lovely noise
time in your little lives You couldn't believe what the band is puttin' down, about Heavy music Heavy music Heavy music Heavy music Get your hands now Let me hear Detroit Michigan make some noise
on baby, won't you watch our style It's kickin' like a mule Who's got the noise When you gotta move Gotta be a rock and roll band That's really in the
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
I've thrown away my toys, Even my drums and trains, I want to make some noise, with real live airplanes. Some day I'm going to fly, I'll be a pilot to
(X2) If you hear any noise, (It's just me and the boys) Hit me (You gotta hit the band)
I was ridin' around with the radio up and the windows down I took a minute or two to think about my problems Drivin' in this van, playin' in this band