Keep It Hype

Testin', testin', testin'

You can hear me? (What what what?)

Mic (check, check) what? Check (check, check)

You can hear me? (Yo, mic loud)

I'm loud enough? (I thought so)

(Yo) what? (Mic, mic) microphone (check), check, yo

Can you hear me? (Yo)

Yikes, you know what I like? (What?)

I keep it hype (what?) The words that I write (oh)

I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic

I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might

Yikes, you know what I like? (What?)

I keep it hype (what?) The words that I write (oh)

I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic

I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might

People say that nigga crazy, I'm throwin' off, I raise my voice up then, go off

The king of different, Titan of screamin' chantin' louder than

A hundred people clappin' keep them fuckin' speakers crackin'

Rockin' it, about to roll the sticker on the tag can't make it ragged

Vocals that'll blow horns 'til your ass in traction

Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket

Bling, bling, bling comin' through, now excuse me

I'm the nigga that's makin' this loud ass music

Yikes, you know what I like? (What?)

I keep it hype (what?) The words that I write (oh)

I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic

I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might (damn)

Yikes, you know what I like? (What?)

I keep it hype (what?) The words that I write (oh)

I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic (damn)

I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might

The doctor slapped my ass, so I've been hollerin' since an infant

Gotta make sure they hear me 'cause I wants my attention

Disturb the class, so I stayed in detention

Couldn't whisper when I was talkin' so they sent me to the office

The principal say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?"

Said, "I try to be quiet, but I just can't seem to lower the volume"

"Hmm, what's your name?" "Michael Tyler"

"Perhaps you'd be interested in joining our school choir?"

Said, "Nah, that's for funny boys"

"Either that or a suspension," While you roll, here I come boy

I wanna holla, but I gotta try, "Doe ray mi fah soh!" Ah, no!

That ain't gonna cut it, that ain't gonna get it

Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try something athletics"

But I'm too clumsy, so I went to the band

But I made more noise honkin' than I did when I was playin'

Yikes! That ain't workin', so I'm leavin', the very next day I was in R O T C

Had no problems soundin' off like I had a pair, three, four

But I just ain't like them tight ass green pants that I had to wear

All this time inside, made me tired, on top of that

One of my teachers wanna see my ass outside

I went downstairs to the yard, when I got there, I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads

I said, "You lookin' for me? I'm the one who be talkin' loud"

She said, "Damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin' squad"

Hell, no, never ever Trevor

Either that or a report card filled with the F letter

"Go, team, fight, win!" Nah, this shit ain't cool, fuck these teachers and this school

I gotta loud mouth but I don't know what to use it for

'Til they told me that they was gon' put me in the talent show

Yikes, you know what I like? (What?)

I keep it hype (what?) The words that I write (oh)

I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic

I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might

Yikes, you know what I like? (What?)

I keep it hype (what?) The words that I write (oh)

I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic (damn)

I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might

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