Boombox

[4x:]
 Turn this up loud*
 Yes all the way to 10 we gonna rock right now, right now
 [Verse 1:]
 If your business ain't right don't step to me
 And if it is
 Get at Supa, but Illmind sold separately
 I don't carry a briefcase but I handle B.I. properly
 Puttin' a stop to these snakeskin cheapskates
 Broadcasted on the evening news
 If I can't make money off my name, neither can you
 Now hip hop is the love of my life
 But wack niggas want a guest appearance
 So I'm gonna have to double my price
 We both hungry as hell and both scraping out plates
 But like Outback
 I got a reputation at stake/steak
 And I doubt that
 That you wanna step, is this what you want?
 I'm all about that real, no publicity stunts
 Y'all dudes got a lot of talk game, saying that you pack arenas
 But your shows look like an Atlanta Hawks game
 Hold up, stop and reverse
 I see the difference between reality and what you pop in a verse
 [Chorus]
 So turn it up, turn the volume up a notch
 In the car, in the crib, in the club on the block
 Just, let it bang till your eardrums pops
 Yes, till somebody calls the cops, I'ma rock
 So turn it up, turn the volume up a notch
 In the car, in the crib, in the club on the block
 Just, let it bang till your eardrums pops
 Yes, let in bang in your boombox
 [Verse Two]
 Now I respect a few rappers but I know there's no equal
 My flow is so lethal it gags and chokes people
 Whether legend or has been, the best get floored
 Stomp you, your producer and whoever pressed record
 I'm dead serious so I fiend for legendary status
 It seem niggas only aim to be better than average
 And that's pathetic itself, get a medical help
 Cause every other bar I spit, I try to better myself
 I said it myself
 The game, fame, man I would love it
 But I ain't tryin' to water down my sound or go Banana Republic
 That's real, cats feel that I'm underrated
 But the day I shine, them fools be the first ones that hate it
 I can't please every fan or every different listener
 So I do whatever got me up to this position
 I'm not crunk, I'm not backpack or abstract
 I'm hip hop in its purest form, player that's that
 [Chorus]
 So turn it up, turn the volume up a notch
 In the car, in the crib, in the club on the block
 Just, let it bang till your eardrums pops
 Yes, till somebody calls the cops, I'ma rock
 So turn it up, turn the volume up a notch
 In the car, in the crib, in the club on the block
 Just, let it bang till your eardrums pop
 Yes, let in bang in your boombox
 [Verse Three]
 I know people gon' wonder what I charge for a track
 If I write it on paper you'll think it's a phone number, fall back
 Supastition, anything that I say is
 Breathtaking, label me the franchise player
 Not a punchline rapper, that was back then, I know the rules
 New and improved, still blessing you with +Quotables+ now
 But y'all don't get it homie
 These underground cats aini't got shit on me
 Y'all some one trick ponies
 My skills are phenomenal and near perfect
 I write a story or an anthem
 A classic or a tear jerker
 I'm never nervous, I'm a veteran with flows
 And performances, but everything is evident at shows
 At 7 man, he knows how he turn a crowd out
 Outshine the headliners and silence the loudmouths
 Let the music drown 'em out
 Y'all stay at home rappers
 And bedroom producers, y'all dudes got it backwards
 [Chorus]
 So turn it up, turn the volume up a notch
 In the car, in the crib, in the club on the block
 Just, let it bang till your eardrums pop
 Yes, till somebody calls the cops, I'm a rock
 So turn it up, turn the volume up a notch
 In the car, in the crib, in the club on the block
 Just, let it bang till your eardrums pops
 Yes, let in bang in your boombox
 So turn it up
 Just turn it up
 Turn it up
 Turn it up
 Supastition. Illmind. The Deadline