[Wers 1: Ab-Soul] Yeah, come come now Soul Brother No. 2, I'm the one now Sun up to sundown, still kickin' that shit Put your gun down I come in peace like a extraterrestrial being Eat me a meteor and walk across the moon barefeet But don't nobody rhyme like this no more Call me the 2010 Rakim I got soul, there's more in store Feel like a CVS, open 24 Spent nights tryin' to overshadow my shadow For niggas tryin' to block my light like a solar eclipse I bring a knife to a fist fight and when I cut a record So when I cut the cheese, shit you know what it is Mr. Absoulutely the most incredible at this So adjust your bass, your treble and then
[Hook / Refren] x2 Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Turn me up some, turn me up some
[Wers 2: Ab-Soul] Finna break this blunt down and burn me up one Then sip on this Remy 'til it turn me up some For me it's more difficult to be simple than it is to be complex As a lot of apartments You niggas comedy, I'm laughing at you probably We are not the same, there's no strand of monotony Between you and I until we die Revelations say you either fry or fly And it's hard to find God when you ain't never seen Him It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement And I know you lookin' at me like, "You don't speak English" I bring the heat like a phoenix, a son under Phoenix sun And I'm rootin' for the Lakers when they play the Phoenix Suns I ain't really into sports, that's just where I'm from Long Term Two And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude
[Hook / Refren] Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Turn me up some, turn me up some
[Wers 3: Kendrick Lamar] Come come now Pac told me fuck the world, I'm 'bout to cum now I've been a pro, but now I'm profound Propane on posers, restraining from the doja Imagine if I smoke, I probably come up with a quote So heavy you'll forget every album you heard from Hova Or 2pacalypse I'm Hub City's novelist Come and get your scholarship, I'm taking kids to school A pool full of spit, dive in, I'm 'bout to drool You'll drown trynna backstroke on concepts that I wrote I was a black sheep, but now I'm just a goat And I'm 'bout to elope, married to the game joe This is hip hop at its finest, where'd you find this? In a Ziploc Til the wheels fall off, fuck a pit-stop or what not Where my tear drop? I murdered it My pot-holes is turbulence I'm in the sky wit it When you listening to Kendrick, just
[Hook / Refren] Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Turn me up some, turn me up some
[Wers 4: Ab-Soul] This for my niggas that really rap all night No sleep, do it with your eyes closed I can see your vision from Del-Amo Poppa took the television, but left the radio Ill niggas, wack niggas, what's the ratio? Is this shit degrading or inspirational? I'll have you know I must've wrote about a thousand rhymes, a thousand times I give you my word
[Bridge / Wokal w tle: Kendrick Lamar] Cause I just gotta be heard I just gotta be heard I just gotta be heard Said I gotta be, yes sir I gotta be Heard, heard, heard, heard
[Hook / Refren] Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Yo, turn me up some Turn me up some, turn me up someTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
