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 loud Mic mic, microphone, check, Can you me?
Yikes, you know what I I it hype, the words that I write I rock the whole crowd, I need a mic I say my rhyme loud, with all of my
Yikes, you know I like? I keep it hype, the words that I I rock the 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' louder A hundred people keep them fuckin' speakers crackin' it, about to roll the sticker on the tag can't make it ragged Vocals that'll horns 'til your ass in traction Disgusting like valve on your bike with the basket Bling bling comin' through, not me I'm the nigga makin' this loud ass music
Yikes, you what I like? I keep it hype, the words that I I the whole crowd, I don't need a mic I say my rhyme loud, all of my might
Yikes, You know I like? I it hype, the words that I write I rock the crowd, I don't need a mic I say my rhyme loud, with all of my
The doctor slapped my ass, so I've been since an infant Gotta make sure they hear me 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 say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?" Said, "I try to be quiet but I just seem to lower the volume" "Hmm, your name?" "Michael Tyler" "Perhaps you'd be interested in our school choir?"
Said, "Nah, for funny boys" "Either or a suspension," While you roll, here I come boy I holla, but I gotta try Doe ray mi fah soh! Ahh no! That ain't cut it, that ain't gonna get it the teacher said, "Maybe you can try something mathematic" But I'm too so I went to the band But I made more noise honkin' than I did 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 like them tight ass green pants that I had to wear All this time inside, made me tired, on top of One of my teachers wanna see my ass I went to the yard I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads
I said, "You for me? I'm the one who be talkin' loud" She said, "Damn, we need you on our cheerleadin' squad" Hell no, ever Trevor Either that or a report card filled with the F Go, team, fight, win Nah shit ain't cool, fuck these teachers and this school I gotta loud mouth but I don't what to use it for 'Til they told me they was gon' put me in the talent show
Yikes, you know I like? I keep it hype, the words that I I rock the whole crowd, I need a mic I say my rhyme loud, with all of my
Yikes, you know what I I keep it hype, the that I write I the whole crowd, I don't need a mic I say my rhyme loud, with all of my
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