Testin testin testin
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You can hear me, what what what?
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MIC, check one, check, check check
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You can hear me? YO!
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I'm loud enough? Yo!
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Mic mic, micraphone, check, check
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Yo, can you hear me?
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Yo!
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[Chorus: repeat 2X w/ variations throughout]
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YIKES!!! You know what I like? (What?)
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I keep it hype, the words that I write (Oh)
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I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic (Huh?)
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I say my rhyme LOUD, with all of my might
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[Verse One:]
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People say that nigga CRAZY, I'm throwin off
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I raise my voice up then, GO OFF!!
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The king of different, titan of screamin chantin louder than
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a hundred people clappin (GO) keep them fuckin speakers crackin
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Rockin it, about to ROLL
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The sticker on the tag can't make it ragged
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Vocals that'll blow horns til your ass in traction
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Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket
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BLING BLING comin through, not excuse me
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I'm the nigga that's makin this loud ass music
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two:]
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The doctor slapped my ass, so I've been hollerin since an infant
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Gotta make sure they hear me cause I wants my attention!
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Disturb the class, so I stayed in detention
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Couldn't whisper when I was talkin so they sent me to the office
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The principal say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?"
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Said, "I try to be quiet but I just can't seem to lower the volume"
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"Hmm, what's your name?" -- "Michael Tyler"
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"Perhaps you'd be interested in joining our school choir?"
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Said, "Nah that's for funny boys"
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"Either that or a suspension," while you roll, HERE I COME BOY
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I wanna holla, but I gotta try: *clears throat*
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DOE RAY MI FAH SOH! Ahh no!
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That ain't gonna cut it, that ain't gonna get it
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Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try something ath-letic"
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But I'm too clumsy so I went to the band
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But I made more noise honkin than I did when I was playin!
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YIKES!!! That ain't workin so I'm leavin
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The very next day I was in ROTC
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Had no problems soundin off like I had a pair, THREE FOUR
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But I just ain't like them tight ass green pants that I had to wear
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All this ? made me tired, on top of that
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one of my teachers wanna see my ass outside
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I went downstairs to the yard
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When I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads
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I said, "You lookin for me? I'm the one who be talkin loud"
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She said, "Damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin squad"
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HELL NO, never ever Trevor
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Either that or a report card filled with the F letter
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GO, TEAM, FIGHT, WIN
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Nah this shit ain't cool, FUCK THESE TEACHERS AND THIS SCHOOL
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Got a loud mouth but I don't know what to use it for
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'til they told me that they was gon' put me in the TALENT SHOW
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[Chorus]
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Keep It Hype
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Mystikal |