Testin', testin', You can hear me, what what Testin', testin', You can hear me, what what? Mic, check , check, check You can me? I'm enough? Mic mic, microphone, check, Can you me?
Yikes, you what I like? I keep it hype, the that I write I rock the crowd, I don't need a mic I say my rhyme loud, all of my might
Yikes, you know what I I it hype, the words that I write I the whole crowd, I don't need a mic I say my loud, with all of my might
People say that nigga crazy, I'm throwin' off, I my voice up then, go off The king of different, Titan of screamin' chantin' than A hundred people clappin' keep them fuckin' crackin' Rockin' it, about to roll the sticker on the tag can't it ragged Vocals that'll blow horns 'til ass in traction Disgusting like that valve on your with the basket Bling bling through, not excuse me I'm the nigga that's makin' this ass music
Yikes, you know I like? I keep it hype, the words I write I rock the crowd, I don't need a mic I say my rhyme loud, all of my might
Yikes, You what I like? I keep it hype, the words that I I rock the whole crowd, I don't a mic I say my rhyme loud, all of my might
The doctor slapped my ass, so been hollerin' since an infant Gotta make sure hear me 'cause I wants my attention Disturb the class, so I stayed in Couldn't when I was talkin' so they sent me to the office The principal say, "Young man what to be the problem?" Said, "I try to be quiet but I can't seem to lower the volume" "Hmm, your name?" "Michael Tyler" "Perhaps be interested in joining our school choir?"
Said, "Nah, for funny boys" "Either that or a suspension," you roll, here I come boy I holla, but I gotta try Doe ray mi fah soh! Ahh no! That gonna cut it, that ain't gonna get it Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try mathematic" But I'm too clumsy so I to the band But I made more honkin' than I did when I was playin'
Yikes! ain't workin' so I'm leavin' The very day I was in R O T C Had no problems soundin' off I had a pair, three four But I just ain't like them tight ass green that I had to wear All this inside, made me tired, on top of that One of my teachers see my ass outside I went to the yard I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads
I said, "You lookin' for me? I'm the one who be loud" She said, "Damn, nigga we need you on our squad" Hell no, ever Trevor Either that or a card filled with the F letter Go, team, fight, win Nah this shit ain't cool, fuck teachers and this school I gotta loud but I don't know what to use it for 'Til they told me that they was put me in the talent show
Yikes, you what I like? I keep it hype, the words I write I the whole crowd, I don't need a mic I say my rhyme loud, with all of my
Yikes, you what I like? I keep it hype, the words I write I rock the whole crowd, I don't a mic I say my rhyme loud, all of my might
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