Turn Up
Turn it up like Tucson
Turning up like too gone
Put it on my tombstone
That I got few songs
Smoking on that too strong
Tell me something new dog
You said that in your last song
Man that verse was too long
I think you need some booze brah
To turn it up your too soft
beat made from loops huh
You say you produce nah
Haters in my face dude
Giving me some fake news
Get up out my face, move
Get up out my space, shoo
High up in my spaceship
Lookin up like face lift
flavor you can taste it
But You can't get adjacent
I'm speaking it in free verse
Keep running til my knees hurt
Until my name on tee shirts
Believe I never flee first
I'm biting down my teeth hurt
Im digging in with cleats sure
But my passion, deeper
I'm cleaning out like reaper
I'm hoping for a feature that'll help with my future
So I buy a Benz and beachfront, put it on the Visa
Visit all the countries maybe see the Mona Lisa
And I see the steps in person where they murdered fuckin caesar
I take some flashy pics, then I post em up on Twitter
I'm Never gonna stop, daddy didn't raise a quitter
You saying that I can't rap, is making me laugh
The way you talkin trash, remind me of my past
Sorry I don't play with yah wizards an yah staffs
Sorry that you're hating cause you're in the underclass
Always watch your back but watch your front cause that's where friends stab
Taking time up out cha day to hate up on my rhymes
Mad
Redirect that hate at politicians making lives bad
Who have special interests, they ain't interested in yo ass
God damn man, our whole nation imitation
Based off views off entertainment
No one knows the word of patience
I'm Working while I'm pacing
No one knows the dedication, motivation
That it take to form my fuckin narration
chef, and I just murder dishes
Cookin up ten different fishes
blitzin sauce in vita mixes
Dealing with yah bitchin
Yo take a minute, listen
Im just tryna stack my digits
I just do it while you think it
Cause there's one life for livin
Put One up to the sky
Man I'm thankful I'm alive
Man I'm thankful for my life
Now I'm going for the prize
If life a maze, I'm gettin out
If life a game, I'm ballin out
If life a shade, I'm lighting up
If life a fruit, I'll fill my cup
Five two zero seven records
Make records up out the deck
Until I get my house
and get my family up outta debt
Swinging on my light Sabre
Save us from the Darth Vader
Mark me as the under rated
Can't wait to be over taker
Let the kids up out detention
What the fuck could be your mission
Country found on immigration
Founded by some racists
Now we turn our back on other countries when they need us
A woman's right should always be that she control her fetus
Men telling women what to do, it sound egregious
What if women told the men they couldn't use they penis
Let my mind regress I'm going to much into depth
Dressin to impress so my best dress day isn't death
Ripping bars with elevation
While I'm getting elevated
Been through hell an out I've made it
Witness on my demonstration
Set this mic to detonation
Get in line an act complacent
Turn on up the snare and bass
An blow the room to barren wasteland
Turning up like too gone
Put it on my tombstone
That I got few songs
Smoking on that too strong
Tell me something new dog
You said that in your last song
Man that verse was too long
I think you need some booze brah
To turn it up your too soft
beat made from loops huh
You say you produce nah
Haters in my face dude
Giving me some fake news
Get up out my face, move
Get up out my space, shoo
High up in my spaceship
Lookin up like face lift
flavor you can taste it
But You can't get adjacent
I'm speaking it in free verse
Keep running til my knees hurt
Until my name on tee shirts
Believe I never flee first
I'm biting down my teeth hurt
Im digging in with cleats sure
But my passion, deeper
I'm cleaning out like reaper
I'm hoping for a feature that'll help with my future
So I buy a Benz and beachfront, put it on the Visa
Visit all the countries maybe see the Mona Lisa
And I see the steps in person where they murdered fuckin caesar
I take some flashy pics, then I post em up on Twitter
I'm Never gonna stop, daddy didn't raise a quitter
You saying that I can't rap, is making me laugh
The way you talkin trash, remind me of my past
Sorry I don't play with yah wizards an yah staffs
Sorry that you're hating cause you're in the underclass
Always watch your back but watch your front cause that's where friends stab
Taking time up out cha day to hate up on my rhymes
Mad
Redirect that hate at politicians making lives bad
Who have special interests, they ain't interested in yo ass
God damn man, our whole nation imitation
Based off views off entertainment
No one knows the word of patience
I'm Working while I'm pacing
No one knows the dedication, motivation
That it take to form my fuckin narration
chef, and I just murder dishes
Cookin up ten different fishes
blitzin sauce in vita mixes
Dealing with yah bitchin
Yo take a minute, listen
Im just tryna stack my digits
I just do it while you think it
Cause there's one life for livin
Put One up to the sky
Man I'm thankful I'm alive
Man I'm thankful for my life
Now I'm going for the prize
If life a maze, I'm gettin out
If life a game, I'm ballin out
If life a shade, I'm lighting up
If life a fruit, I'll fill my cup
Five two zero seven records
Make records up out the deck
Until I get my house
and get my family up outta debt
Swinging on my light Sabre
Save us from the Darth Vader
Mark me as the under rated
Can't wait to be over taker
Let the kids up out detention
What the fuck could be your mission
Country found on immigration
Founded by some racists
Now we turn our back on other countries when they need us
A woman's right should always be that she control her fetus
Men telling women what to do, it sound egregious
What if women told the men they couldn't use they penis
Let my mind regress I'm going to much into depth
Dressin to impress so my best dress day isn't death
Ripping bars with elevation
While I'm getting elevated
Been through hell an out I've made it
Witness on my demonstration
Set this mic to detonation
Get in line an act complacent
Turn on up the snare and bass
An blow the room to barren wasteland
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Writer(s): Malachai Hilt
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