Burn It Up

Whoa- gimme positive energy
Anytime I'm down a rhyme is the remedy
Lay the game down flat for y'all
These are all-pro hands I can't drop the ball
Head coach I got shots to call
Y'all little tune don't bop at all
Soul
That's what y'all lacking
Your 808 kicks but it still ain't slapping
Now your boy got it cracking
Do his own thing call him a maverick
I'm speaking japanese to y'all
Arrigato goizamu konnichiwa
Take a samurai sword to your bullshit
Prayed up no love from the pulpit
Even though y'all harmless
Still tote steel cause it's real regardless
Yeah

Get the mic and (Burn it up)
Hear the song and (Turn it up)
They ain't running with us
Yall lil dudes ain't learned enough

Get the cash and (Burn it up)
Hit the bar and (Turn it up)
Trying to be like us
I don't know if y'all mufuckas earned enough

I try to sidestep the war talk
And make a symphony like Mozart
So we can call it a classic
Without military strategies and tactics
And logic tuck it in the back pocket
Out your league so please change the topic
I keep it funky for y'all
Real shit have you looking like a dummy tomorrow
Tragic
Get a higher aspect
Game over you ain't even did the math yet
You gotta carry the one
No average, add it gimme the sum
Ummm when you done get your roll on
Watch for the snitch they'll get you told on
When you see em get your ghost on
They like "we ain't seen him in so long"

Get the mic and (Burn it up)
Hear the song and (Turn it up)
They ain't running with us
Yall lil dudes ain't learned enough

Get the cash and (Burn it up)
Hit the bar and (Turn it up)
Trying to be like us
I don't know if y'all mufuckas earned enough