Days spent similar,. Still can't remember em,. Honest truth ,. The bottle empty Blown like a flute,. I'm on like I knew ,. Boarder line shine like I'm Zeus,. Man the Grind overdue,.
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - 13LilTrey - All The Way Turnt Up - Roscoe Dash Television Feat DeAndre Cortez Way Soulja Boy Tell Em [Produced By Kevin Erondu K.E. On The Track] [Year: 2010] [Album: Ready Set Go]
Whether you're in HMV or KFC, HMP or A&E I make them see a-n-d. let you know the c-a-s-e From LDN not NYC, on the m-i-c I'm M.I.B., Like BIG the MVP, VIP to the e-n-d E.g., my CD, is way to d-e-e-p That goes for your TV screen, DVD or BBC ITN or ITV, C-O-Ps say "ID please" S-t-o-p like IC3, wanna see me hooked to an IV, g In the ICU but Im n-o-t, they went OT with the m-o-b Can't see me through the f-o-g Don't cuss mothers of S.O.B's These MC's are OAPs Wanna hype up I'm like "okay, g." You think you're b-a-d Get a p-e-n and a p-a-d If the CIA and the FBI, the MI6 and the MI5 Jump on the A3 then I drive, turn up the A/C, FYI MJ like P.Y.T,, lol I never T.Y.P I e-a-t on E.I.D, twist the C.I.D like Levi Jeans D-i-e like BNP; EDL just BFG's. Youths don't want no GCSE's they want C.O.D. on the PS3 I'm like DP, or PE, or KRS from BDP Download this on your MP3 Send it to your MP & MTV You're not on this thing like A.D.D Your CD I rate PG Like KKK's with AK's My A.K.A is AA Take you off the road ASAP DDT these JLS MC's What you just saw basically Is how to murder the ABC's Cause I'm back in the booth Rappers wanna chat about the strap they got stashed in the back of their boot But I chat to the youths Abstract or back-packed my attributes and stack to the roof I capture the truth Pour it on tracks with my views, and I'll sell it out the back of the boot I'm positive you're negative, you're whack and confused I'm back and the fact is your dad's in the room Ain't a track that you rappers can battle with Every track that I spat is immaculate Any track that I smash, I'm attacking it Heard you rap fam, your tracks are inadequate Your CD was cack, it was crap, I'm dashing it You follow fashion with rap, I'm passionate Blood start's splashing - your whip - you dash in it Said you were packing a mac in the back of it Kizzy, I'm busy, I'm really a brilliant guy It's gritty and shitty but really the city is mine If you diss me, pity the silly billy to try From Bricky to Piccadilly to Mississippi I'm live Getting rid of you Milli Vanilli's, gimme the vibe Get jiggy like Willy spitting the wittiest rhymes Uncivilised, ignorant, diligent type And I victimise an idiot a million times Hey hey, we ray rays will spray flames Take snakes off the road like AA So waste brays, vacate, and make space You bait fakes ain't straight, you stay fake We chase papes, you chase dames like 'Babes wait!' On a lay-lay you date rape to save face In the same place, we maintain and ain't changed We make tapes that rake papes like Kay-Slay Don't dismiss or diss this we live this from Lisbon to Ipswich For instance the dick's got your sister addicted Oh look, big tits came for a quick fix You're limper than Bizkit you nitwits A monster, a beast, when I stomp on the beat If the nonsense you speak is not gonna cease Unconscious but leave unconscious MCs Don't respond to the beef if your nonces or neeks Get ill up on the rhythm when I kill 'em on a lyrical Finish up my dinner then I drill 'em with a syllable Don't really care what you did and what you didn't do Little fools are minuscule, spitting isn't difficult You find your mind cause I'm out of mine Fuck a pound sign, came for the crown of grime I told you once, I told you a thousand times I'm a fountain of acid, you're alkaline You alcoholics are out of line Got a mountain to climb if your mouth is lying Bow to his highness, I'm bound to shine Let me coach you on vocals and how to rhyme Think I'm vexed with your indirects If I spit rhymes next I will slit five necks I'm a big time threat, to your pissed sly vets This guy lives life inside stress I'm the best in the game, not impressed with the fame I'm testing my aim if I send for your name The successful are lame, they kept it the same But whatever the weather, it's destined to change Couldn't give a fuck for your creps and your chains You slobber on the mic like a sket giving brain I'm mental, deranged, crush temples and frames My pencil will end you like petrol and flames Burn like syphilis, you nerds are privileged When I die you can say that you heard the sickest spit My verse it limitless, the earth is spinning quick Pure words of wickedness that I merk the rhythm with Heard you were good, It's a shame that you're not Don't care about your chain or the fame that you got Keep my name on your brain cause I came for your spot What you're making is pot, they say it's a lot You're whack bro with your cat flow But you're whack though put your cap low Prat go back home This monster is stronger than Castro's backbone I attack those little fat bowcats so... Don't ever get arrogant Don't start panicking, phone your management Mumbling, man are in the manor getting mad again Don't care about your swagger, mandem, or medallion What's the matter then, maggot where's your magnum? When there's beef, mandem are missing like Madeleine I've been badder than you and your bag of men What's happening when I kill 'em with a pad and pen Ain't got the bars in your pad to match me Me I'm so fast, you should catch a taxi Have you got the picture like Paparazzi? You lack the facts that go back-to-back, b...
When I watch you rap it's like crazy comedy I got a 'don't rate fake G' policy Fuck your awards, I don't rate these nominees Just little fickle Jay-Z wannabes You hobos are old and It's oh so true No promo, logo, or photo-shoot Fuck your postcode, MOBO and polo suit My opponents are hoping I won't go through I'm certainly burning these burglars verbally Merking these merkers 'til mercenaries murder me Burst in and turnin' your Burberry burgundy Guernsey to Germany, Jersey to Bermondsey True rhymes, ain't got a pen? You can use mine Ain't stayin' underground like a tube line I'm'ma come through and shine, in due time Which one of you pricks said I can't do grime? Genre crosser, nonsense stopper Continent stomper, the conscious monster The freedom fighter, deepest writer Beat up cyphers, the peoples' rhymer I'm bond to get iller, the sound effects killer The Malcolm X spitter, the alphabet killer Not a player hater, lady dater Maybe later a baby maker I get slept on like old pyjamas Will I blow up like boats in the harbour? You spit fire, I'm molten lava Flow so cold I scold your father Sold your soul for gold and Prada Who do you know who's flow goes harder? It's over partner, you know the answer Drop bombs on the rhythm, no Obama Baseline murderer, fake guy hurter, race line hurdler Face flying all over the place like furniture I'm back so hard might break my vertebrae Beat breaker, heat taker, sheet of paper cremator, since a teenager DJs can't be BKRs cause if they do they'll get PAR'd I'm back so let me see, the facts are very deep You prats will never see, I rap to any beat Pack the pen and P, practice every week Attack the melody, and smash my enemies Not a sent bro, but you're getting dough With a bent flow jacking off Jay-Z like a little klepto And the tempo went slow Done a lot in my lifetime, I was retro Everybody bow to the king cause he's back Whether or not radio was in his track Forget Nas and his dad cause I'm bridging the gap You think it's just rap, but it's bigger than that If it's tit for tat, I got the gift of the gat What you spit is just shit, blood, stick to the facts You itch like a cat that's addicted to crack I'm sick of you Prats, cause you shitheads is whack I'm a G, any beat, I will damage Very deep, whether it be grime or garage Enemies better flee, I won't have it You'll never be ahead of me you blind old maggot If you really really live crime, don't chat it If you really really got a 9, go grab it Then, if you're live, don't hide, don't panic Just ride like a psycho that might go manic Don't settle with the rest, cause I'm better than the best Not just clever, yes I'm intelligent and best you Better invest in some weapons and a vest You veterans are vexed, irrelevant and stressed Keep telling us your rep, but you never get respect You fed up cause seven of your regiments are messed You could get a bit of press for that ice on your neck It's not credit, it's a debt I'm here for the beat, just save all the nonsense Murk it whether a rave or a concert When I'm on stage, make way for the monster Key to the Game: I came, toured, and conquered Spit on your bars, I spray more for longer You spit boring, chainsaw's are stronger You're a boxer, wait, you're a mobster Ain't got time for fake fraud impostors I'm a champ, deep MC and it's blatant But tramps wanna sleep on me like a pavement When I speak, I leave them chiefs in amazement Meanest genius, I'm free like a mason But I don't sleep with police at the station I'm writing my rhymes, you're completing your statement Running from the swine while you're eating your bacon Don't rip beats, I beat them and break 'em Most MCs don't believe them or rate 'em It's no secret, these neeks are just hating Keep on saying that my team isn't flaming Light fire like them trees that you're blazing Double P, trouble we, there'll be an invasion Test us? Get left deep in the basement Don't care whether you're from Ealing or Leyton Middle Eastern or Asian... Little man never did exams Got a particular bigger plan flippin' grams 'Til a bigger man in his gang gave him a stick to bang Or maybe just hold cause no one thought he would kill a man 'Till he caught a silly billy villain, chillin' in a jam Sippin' champs, spliff in his hand, trigger didn't jam... Bang bang biddy bang biddy biddy bang Now he's in the can thinkin' "Damn, what a pity fam." Rappers are yapping and flapping their lips 'Bout how they're packing and clapping their sticks Has to be big, the impact it has on the kids Tell me where the factory is When the government kill, they're just stacking their chips You wonder why the yout-dem are strapped and they're pissed If not a nine, it's a knife getting jabbed in your ribs People die for the petrol, the gas in our whips In London, you can get shanked in the heart Still the government put more tanks in Iraq Ignorant little spitters are talking greasy Cause they bitten bitties that they saw on TV If all you rap about is the hoes and the dough It's already too late, you sold 'em your soul You jokers act like you know but you don't Cause there's little kids dying all over the globe Many say they know what revolution could be But many don't know what revolution would mean It would mean blood, it would mean pain But it could be us to bring that change Little hypocrites are spittin' typical nonsense Am I blackballed because of political content? Laugh at my people while you criminals bomb them Militant on the rhythm, I'm killing you on the song then History you won't read in a textbook Kunta Kinte, I bleed from my left foot Never see me on the TV with Jedward Tell the BBC they need me on Westwood...
this year imma freshman , fresher den a ziploc walk thorugh the door s got nikes on stock wats flies better then a rocket ? THE stock market cuz its all the way turnt up, was i yo cup , beer man nigga dats wassup , dat shit is almost better then a newborn born pup... yahhh dnt like dis well to bad i aint stoppin, in my view i thnk its quite poppin, writin rappin dis typin dis rappin to myself rockin, (:
All the way turned up you go out I do what I do make moves turned up all the way turned you gonna see me I se you rocking out what you bout to do I know what I'm going out to the mall go pick up my girl and drop her off got work I'm raw I be writting on the wall and I turned price always go up on outfit she like me I wouldn't doubt it so much I don't feel ike counting I try last nigth and my homeboy was figthing fast like lightning call me Freddy I'm frightning I be on my grind all the time goe
I like my beat down low and my girl with her legs all the way back in the maybach, big frame, bug butt, call it payback, wouldnt wanna waste that , and Im steady making paystacks, see a woman Imma chase that, take that, lace that, got a swisha better taste that, so tell me what Im smoking on, b…, and I got my stereo blasting, so loud you can hardly hear me, my trunk be thumping pistol grip pumping so don’t come nowhere near me, or you might get blown to pieces, or get blown to shreds,
yo yo no not the toy, its preperation for big boys making the big noise on the illest beats, spitting heat, lyka dragon with lyrical rhymes, and spiratul greets, lyk salam, shalom how ever u say it, it sounds deep, ocean waters couldnt put me out, the more you try, the more of a drout, jus quit it, admit it, im to hot for your doubts and expectations outwaying ur spirit while we shout LONG LIVE PALESTINE, lowkey, big ups bruv, show them the grind, one time, they dumb blind, even with sunshine...
you down to ride in the midnight with just a light pass me the reefer because i dont need her high off this kush call me a leader its that trainwreck that gets goosebumps up to your neck
turned up 4 da lord praising 2 da max he paid da whole price with his life including tax bt we still running back get cut down lumberjack and we fall and get dirty like a plumber cap dis 4 all da women plz respect ya body cuz some men will abuse it and dey wont say sorry dont stand on da corner or hop in a strangers ferrari datz y sum get called hoes datz definite nt probably
No cuz my hs used to play music during the morning announcements and they placed this song once. I’m sorry but nobody all the way turnt up at 8 in the morning on a random Monday in January 😂
all da way turnt up like a heater in December, once i spit ths verse u will always remember. lookin so fly with a Gucci bag,u got girls but not 1 of em bad?rock my bright heels,killin wit my skinnies, im turned up so loud tht ur speakers is screaming.higher thn a kite,its a bird,its a plane,we can make ur bedrock like drake or lilwayne,Beating me not probable,a obstical unstoppable& boy it ain't da same if u say my name,I dance on stage&feel alright. my hand dribblesmy pencil Frm Left 2 Rite.
Got so many millions man i got so many billions smke dat weed smke dat tree smke it plz gata get da weed gata get a lil bunt jus so i can keep on stunt gata do wati do im the king where is my crwn smkin on dat weed man turn my shit down
all the way fucked up, all the way fucked up, all the way fucked up, rippin on this song like im rippin on bong, i swear all i do is roll one up and pass it all night long oh, i be on this shit, im gone, if this was a contest i won, on my truck shit stay out my way, you be on your t swift i be on my kanye, ill be hittin it all day, dont miss jay's im just like ray, with bars like scrabble, the wordplay is okay
welcome to toronto that shits my city im not mac miller but i got the most dope with me chasing the dream i'd give a soul or a kidney we roll in maseratis while you rollin in a mini im from up north and ill rep that im the best and ill bet that we keep rolling on 16's we flyer then the next cat
All the way turnt/ leave the scene on rims cause my rubbers burnt/ im a suicidal maniac who trying to flirt hahah imma clown, but given the chance i bet i could turn that frown to a smile/ im gone like water damaged tile/ this is my title leave the file/ I been in an out of this world so many times i thought it was a dream from hell/ Let me tell you about myself real quick, im turnt, i cant be around hate, i got a forth, take a rate an get birthed/ im a mother fucking lost soul on the earth, faded like your shirt, pilt like a a psychotic womans purse/ i pursue whatever i feel is needed in this life an thats my turn..
I'm on one I aint gonna stop ima burn one I'm turned up beats stay knockin all the hoes jocking everybody wacthing while we in the pocket ima beast what i gotta tell yah you know me stacks crazy like always okay new money damn thats a new one flip more money man okay hold one you aint got no money brah you better just come with it man i comeing back to get it man you know ima rip it mane ima do my thing mane ima do it times ten hundred thousand in the crib countin benjamens.
that paperplanes straight rolled up got a bombay to po´ up, ima coffeshop n a liquor store so tell me if u want sum more gota purple weed thats quality got some old liqours from oversea so if ur askin me for quantity you have to pay cuz in germany thers nothin free u have to buy ur liberty justsayin
I do whats gonna get me the most reconization, Making tons of haterz that is my occupation, Ready for my album to drop niggaz patiently waitin, All the dope fiends listen to it there all relatin, Nigga like chapped lips yo ass is splittin, Your bitch goes on my hand like a brand new mitten, I done wrecked yo career you mine as well be quitin, Some say im a lion that makes you a baby kitten,
bandanna tied around my face, i'm straight swag turned up i never see so case dont see no judge dont see no cops ya dead on site cant see no doc's im tuned up with my goonie's, acting loonie like a movie script but i dont need to play a role cause me i really do the shit im turned up to the maximum spit fire till the mutha fucking pastor come cause me hot as hell spit dat fire like a dragon toungue
@pollinator02 im sure you dont get signed posting ffreestyle comments. im pretty sure of that. of and if i did rap i wouldnt have time for petty internet squabbles.
i like rock n roll and ive never been told this is white person music. but speaking of outta place white boys ...ever hear of a guy called eminem,yeah even as good as he is black people are racist towards him. we black people want the right to be racist for reasons of the past and its not cool.
Still one of the hardest beat in the game
That electric guitar goes crazy
Brings back high school memories class of 2011 🎉
Brings back memories of Junior High.
Goddam bro u an OG respect
2020 looking back like where did the good music go....
Bro 2010 music was the best
Right here gimme a week snippet soon
Lowkey Fire in the booth baby.
Lowkey destroyed this beat 🔥🔥
this really helps during my football and basket ball games 👍
that shit got u turnt up bruh
Lowkey fire in the booth is the best
STILL one of the hardest beats in the game
we played this in band
IT WAS SO HARD BRO
Lowkey fire in the booth. If you know then you know………
gotta stay motivated in this world and music does it for ya
"Just don't turn me down." Aye!
played this so much durin football practices
Still Love This Beat!
One word
GUITAR!
Still
The
Hardest
Uzi should freestyle on this 😭
fuck uzi. Roscoe all the way lil negga
😆😆yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah … all throughout the song!
Days spent similar,.
Still can't remember em,.
Honest truth ,. The bottle empty
Blown like a flute,.
I'm on like I knew ,.
Boarder line shine like I'm Zeus,.
Man the
Grind overdue,.
this is the real one!!!!!!!!!!!!! thumbs up
LOWKEY!!!!!
Whether you're in HMV...
wunas96 or KFC
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 I’ll be here in2022
Lowkey murder this beat 🔥🔥
I just came here because of him 😂
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - 13LilTrey - All The Way Turnt Up - Roscoe Dash Television Feat DeAndre Cortez Way Soulja Boy Tell Em [Produced By Kevin Erondu K.E. On The Track] [Year: 2010] [Album: Ready Set Go]
Producer did his shit ong
This is 🔥!
all the way turned up
Whether you're in HMV or KFC, HMP or A&E
I make them see a-n-d. let you know the c-a-s-e
From LDN not NYC, on the m-i-c I'm M.I.B.,
Like BIG the MVP, VIP to the e-n-d
E.g., my CD, is way to d-e-e-p
That goes for your TV screen, DVD or BBC
ITN or ITV, C-O-Ps say "ID please"
S-t-o-p like IC3, wanna see me hooked to an IV, g
In the ICU but Im n-o-t, they went OT with the m-o-b
Can't see me through the f-o-g
Don't cuss mothers of S.O.B's
These MC's are OAPs
Wanna hype up I'm like "okay, g."
You think you're b-a-d
Get a p-e-n and a p-a-d
If the CIA and the FBI, the MI6 and the MI5
Jump on the A3 then I drive, turn up the A/C, FYI
MJ like P.Y.T,, lol I never T.Y.P
I e-a-t on E.I.D, twist the C.I.D like Levi Jeans
D-i-e like BNP; EDL just BFG's.
Youths don't want no GCSE's they want C.O.D. on the PS3
I'm like DP, or PE, or KRS from BDP
Download this on your MP3
Send it to your MP & MTV
You're not on this thing like A.D.D
Your CD I rate PG
Like KKK's with AK's
My A.K.A is AA
Take you off the road ASAP
DDT these JLS MC's
What you just saw basically
Is how to murder the ABC's
Cause I'm back in the booth
Rappers wanna chat about the strap they got stashed in the back of their boot
But I chat to the youths
Abstract or back-packed my attributes and stack to the roof
I capture the truth
Pour it on tracks with my views, and I'll sell it out the back of the boot
I'm positive you're negative, you're whack and confused
I'm back and the fact is your dad's in the room
Ain't a track that you rappers can battle with
Every track that I spat is immaculate
Any track that I smash, I'm attacking it
Heard you rap fam, your tracks are inadequate
Your CD was cack, it was crap, I'm dashing it
You follow fashion with rap, I'm passionate
Blood start's splashing - your whip - you dash in it
Said you were packing a mac in the back of it
Kizzy, I'm busy, I'm really a brilliant guy
It's gritty and shitty but really the city is mine
If you diss me, pity the silly billy to try
From Bricky to Piccadilly to Mississippi I'm live
Getting rid of you Milli Vanilli's, gimme the vibe
Get jiggy like Willy spitting the wittiest rhymes
Uncivilised, ignorant, diligent type
And I victimise an idiot a million times
Hey hey, we ray rays will spray flames
Take snakes off the road like AA
So waste brays, vacate, and make space
You bait fakes ain't straight, you stay fake
We chase papes, you chase dames like 'Babes wait!'
On a lay-lay you date rape to save face
In the same place, we maintain and ain't changed
We make tapes that rake papes like Kay-Slay
Don't dismiss or diss this we live this from Lisbon to Ipswich
For instance the dick's got your sister addicted
Oh look, big tits came for a quick fix
You're limper than Bizkit you nitwits
A monster, a beast, when I stomp on the beat
If the nonsense you speak is not gonna cease
Unconscious but leave unconscious MCs
Don't respond to the beef if your nonces or neeks
Get ill up on the rhythm when I kill 'em on a lyrical
Finish up my dinner then I drill 'em with a syllable
Don't really care what you did and what you didn't do
Little fools are minuscule, spitting isn't difficult
You find your mind cause I'm out of mine
Fuck a pound sign, came for the crown of grime
I told you once, I told you a thousand times
I'm a fountain of acid, you're alkaline
You alcoholics are out of line
Got a mountain to climb if your mouth is lying
Bow to his highness, I'm bound to shine
Let me coach you on vocals and how to rhyme
Think I'm vexed with your indirects
If I spit rhymes next I will slit five necks
I'm a big time threat, to your pissed sly vets
This guy lives life inside stress
I'm the best in the game, not impressed with the fame
I'm testing my aim if I send for your name
The successful are lame, they kept it the same
But whatever the weather, it's destined to change
Couldn't give a fuck for your creps and your chains
You slobber on the mic like a sket giving brain
I'm mental, deranged, crush temples and frames
My pencil will end you like petrol and flames
Burn like syphilis, you nerds are privileged
When I die you can say that you heard the sickest spit
My verse it limitless, the earth is spinning quick
Pure words of wickedness that I merk the rhythm with
Heard you were good, It's a shame that you're not
Don't care about your chain or the fame that you got
Keep my name on your brain cause I came for your spot
What you're making is pot, they say it's a lot
You're whack bro with your cat flow
But you're whack though put your cap low
Prat go back home
This monster is stronger than Castro's backbone
I attack those little fat bowcats so...
Don't ever get arrogant
Don't start panicking, phone your management
Mumbling, man are in the manor getting mad again
Don't care about your swagger, mandem, or medallion
What's the matter then, maggot where's your magnum?
When there's beef, mandem are missing like Madeleine
I've been badder than you and your bag of men
What's happening when I kill 'em with a pad and pen
Ain't got the bars in your pad to match me
Me I'm so fast, you should catch a taxi
Have you got the picture like Paparazzi?
You lack the facts that go back-to-back, b...
When I watch you rap it's like crazy comedy
I got a 'don't rate fake G' policy
Fuck your awards, I don't rate these nominees
Just little fickle Jay-Z wannabes
You hobos are old and It's oh so true
No promo, logo, or photo-shoot
Fuck your postcode, MOBO and polo suit
My opponents are hoping I won't go through
I'm certainly burning these burglars verbally
Merking these merkers 'til mercenaries murder me
Burst in and turnin' your Burberry burgundy
Guernsey to Germany, Jersey to Bermondsey
True rhymes, ain't got a pen? You can use mine
Ain't stayin' underground like a tube line
I'm'ma come through and shine, in due time
Which one of you pricks said I can't do grime?
Genre crosser, nonsense stopper
Continent stomper, the conscious monster
The freedom fighter, deepest writer
Beat up cyphers, the peoples' rhymer
I'm bond to get iller, the sound effects killer
The Malcolm X spitter, the alphabet killer
Not a player hater, lady dater
Maybe later a baby maker
I get slept on like old pyjamas
Will I blow up like boats in the harbour?
You spit fire, I'm molten lava
Flow so cold I scold your father
Sold your soul for gold and Prada
Who do you know who's flow goes harder?
It's over partner, you know the answer
Drop bombs on the rhythm, no Obama
Baseline murderer, fake guy hurter, race line hurdler
Face flying all over the place like furniture
I'm back so hard might break my vertebrae
Beat breaker, heat taker, sheet of paper cremator, since a teenager
DJs can't be BKRs cause if they do they'll get PAR'd
I'm back so let me see, the facts are very deep
You prats will never see, I rap to any beat
Pack the pen and P, practice every week
Attack the melody, and smash my enemies
Not a sent bro, but you're getting dough
With a bent flow jacking off Jay-Z like a little klepto
And the tempo went slow
Done a lot in my lifetime, I was retro
Everybody bow to the king cause he's back
Whether or not radio was in his track
Forget Nas and his dad cause I'm bridging the gap
You think it's just rap, but it's bigger than that
If it's tit for tat, I got the gift of the gat
What you spit is just shit, blood, stick to the facts
You itch like a cat that's addicted to crack
I'm sick of you Prats, cause you shitheads is whack
I'm a G, any beat, I will damage
Very deep, whether it be grime or garage
Enemies better flee, I won't have it
You'll never be ahead of me you blind old maggot
If you really really live crime, don't chat it
If you really really got a 9, go grab it
Then, if you're live, don't hide, don't panic
Just ride like a psycho that might go manic
Don't settle with the rest, cause I'm better than the best
Not just clever, yes I'm intelligent and best you
Better invest in some weapons and a vest
You veterans are vexed, irrelevant and stressed
Keep telling us your rep, but you never get respect
You fed up cause seven of your regiments are messed
You could get a bit of press for that ice on your neck
It's not credit, it's a debt
I'm here for the beat, just save all the nonsense
Murk it whether a rave or a concert
When I'm on stage, make way for the monster
Key to the Game: I came, toured, and conquered
Spit on your bars, I spray more for longer
You spit boring, chainsaw's are stronger
You're a boxer, wait, you're a mobster
Ain't got time for fake fraud impostors
I'm a champ, deep MC and it's blatant
But tramps wanna sleep on me like a pavement
When I speak, I leave them chiefs in amazement
Meanest genius, I'm free like a mason
But I don't sleep with police at the station
I'm writing my rhymes, you're completing your statement
Running from the swine while you're eating your bacon
Don't rip beats, I beat them and break 'em
Most MCs don't believe them or rate 'em
It's no secret, these neeks are just hating
Keep on saying that my team isn't flaming
Light fire like them trees that you're blazing
Double P, trouble we, there'll be an invasion
Test us? Get left deep in the basement
Don't care whether you're from Ealing or Leyton
Middle Eastern or Asian...
Little man never did exams
Got a particular bigger plan flippin' grams
'Til a bigger man in his gang gave him a stick to bang
Or maybe just hold cause no one thought he would kill a man
'Till he caught a silly billy villain, chillin' in a jam
Sippin' champs, spliff in his hand, trigger didn't jam...
Bang bang biddy bang biddy biddy bang
Now he's in the can thinkin' "Damn, what a pity fam."
Rappers are yapping and flapping their lips
'Bout how they're packing and clapping their sticks
Has to be big, the impact it has on the kids
Tell me where the factory is
When the government kill, they're just stacking their chips
You wonder why the yout-dem are strapped and they're pissed
If not a nine, it's a knife getting jabbed in your ribs
People die for the petrol, the gas in our whips
In London, you can get shanked in the heart
Still the government put more tanks in Iraq
Ignorant little spitters are talking greasy
Cause they bitten bitties that they saw on TV
If all you rap about is the hoes and the dough
It's already too late, you sold 'em your soul
You jokers act like you know but you don't
Cause there's little kids dying all over the globe
Many say they know what revolution could be
But many don't know what revolution would mean
It would mean blood, it would mean pain
But it could be us to bring that change
Little hypocrites are spittin' typical nonsense
Am I blackballed because of political content?
Laugh at my people while you criminals bomb them
Militant on the rhythm, I'm killing you on the song then
History you won't read in a textbook
Kunta Kinte, I bleed from my left foot
Never see me on the TV with Jedward
Tell the BBC they need me on Westwood...
Vybe version was hard but that guitar will always be my favorite
makes me hype when I cook and clean lol
Lowkey brought me here!
I break ankles and dunk em using this beat 🔥 🔥 🔥
🎸🎹🥁bass🎸,🎺🎷Trombone,background vocals is Ke'Ayden🎤 Quentin🎤 Stevie🎤Levar🎤
Jalen🎤.
🔥That beat
i made up a science rap to this for a project and it is beast
I feel that beat bro
very good instrumental!
lowkey murdered this!HE DA SHIT
🎷🎺Trombone Organ 🎹🥁🎹🎸Bass Guitar, 🎙🎤🎙🎙🎤
Lowkey brought me here
this year imma freshman , fresher den a ziploc
walk thorugh the door s got nikes on stock
wats flies better then a rocket ? THE stock market
cuz its all the way turnt up, was i yo cup , beer man nigga dats wassup , dat shit is almost better then a newborn born pup...
yahhh dnt like dis well to bad i aint stoppin, in my view i thnk its quite poppin, writin rappin dis typin dis rappin to myself rockin, (:
All the way turned up you go out I do what I do make moves turned up all the way turned you gonna see me I se you rocking out what you bout to do I know what I'm going out to the mall go pick up my girl and drop her off got work I'm raw I be writting on the wall and I turned price always go up on outfit she like me I wouldn't doubt it so much I don't feel ike counting I try last nigth and my homeboy was figthing fast like lightning call me Freddy I'm frightning I be on my grind all the time goe
Haha mint
I like my beat down low
and my girl with her legs all the way back in the maybach,
big frame, bug butt,
call it payback,
wouldnt wanna waste that ,
and Im steady making paystacks,
see a woman Imma chase that, take that, lace that,
got a swisha better taste that,
so tell me what Im smoking on, b…,
and I got my stereo blasting,
so loud you can hardly hear me,
my trunk be thumping
pistol grip pumping so don’t come nowhere near me,
or you might get blown to pieces,
or get blown to shreds,
All The Way Turned Up!!!!
Yeah. This song is fuck sick.
Fucking
Just misssssin Ludaa
yo yo no not the toy, its preperation for big boys making the big noise on the illest beats, spitting heat, lyka dragon with lyrical rhymes, and spiratul greets, lyk salam, shalom how ever u say it, it sounds deep, ocean waters couldnt put me out, the more you try, the more of a drout, jus quit it, admit it, im to hot for your doubts and expectations outwaying ur spirit while we shout LONG LIVE PALESTINE, lowkey, big ups bruv, show them the grind, one time, they dumb blind, even with sunshine...
NICEEE
TRUE dont smoke on a blunt wit dem essays outta cali,,,, ya in fo a surprise
Whether you're in HMV...
Raw as hell.
you down to ride in the midnight with just a light
pass me the reefer because i dont need her
high off this kush call me a leader
its that trainwreck that gets goosebumps up to your neck
turned up 4 da lord praising 2 da max
he paid da whole price with his life including tax
bt we still running back get cut down lumberjack
and we fall and get dirty like a plumber cap
dis 4 all da women plz respect ya body
cuz some men will abuse it and dey wont say sorry
dont stand on da corner or hop in a strangers ferrari
datz y sum get called hoes datz definite nt probably
Zawcain killed the freestyle for this!!!
SCROLL UP WHO GIVES A DAME
yo lik it imma use it for 1 of mi raps then imma edit the endin a lil tho
ive been listen to this for hours
i got loud head phones that got this song to turn me up..........turn up
Ikr
🔥🔥🔥🔥
i like the beat of this song. oh yeah
beat got a good ass flow
This is so fucking cool!
Es is a a football hype song
No cuz my hs used to play music during the morning announcements and they placed this song once. I’m sorry but nobody all the way turnt up at 8 in the morning on a random Monday in January 😂
all da way turnt up like a heater in December, once i spit ths verse u will always remember. lookin so fly with a Gucci bag,u got girls but not 1 of em bad?rock my bright heels,killin wit my skinnies, im turned up so loud tht ur speakers is screaming.higher thn a kite,its a bird,its a plane,we can make ur bedrock like drake or lilwayne,Beating me not probable,a obstical unstoppable& boy it ain't da same if u say my name,I dance on stage&feel alright.
my hand dribblesmy pencil Frm Left 2 Rite.
Sb need to sample ts😭
This beat was on soundclick before soulja girl bought it... we already had a track released to this beat before him.
I would have never guessed that this was made. i thought it was the real thing
The original beat was made by VybeBeats and it sounds way better than this version
Got so many millions man i got so many billions smke dat weed smke dat tree smke it plz gata get da weed gata get a lil bunt jus so i can keep on stunt gata do wati do im the king where is my crwn smkin on dat weed man turn my shit down
cool story bro. an instrumental's comment section is just the place for it! -_-
sounds like some playboy carti shit way ahead of it’s time
it just...keeps...doing the same thing over and over?
lupe kills this
i like it
all the way fucked up, all the way fucked up, all the way fucked up, rippin on this song like im rippin on bong, i swear all i do is roll one up and pass it all night long oh, i be on this shit, im gone, if this was a contest i won, on my truck shit stay out my way, you be on your t swift i be on my kanye, ill be hittin it all day, dont miss jay's im just like ray, with bars like scrabble, the wordplay is okay
Rick ross could probably make a pretty cool remix to this beat .
Lupe said No One Else Getting In lol
dam the bars on the comment are tense, cheee i like it
Runaway Turtles
I just wrote a hole verse to this. Unfortunately, it's too long to put on here. Not like i would anyway. LOL!
lambogini coop big top missing im still swerven im doin big
im not gon show yall all dat dere
Ayyyeee
welcome to toronto that shits my city
im not mac miller but i got the most dope with me
chasing the dream i'd give a soul or a kidney
we roll in maseratis while you rollin in a mini
im from up north and ill rep that im the best and ill bet that
we keep rolling on 16's we flyer then the next cat
nice
EVERYBODY COME SPIT ON MI HOT FUTURISTIC TYPE BEATZ
COME RAP ON MI BEATZ
SWAG
@TheSteelers4eva you aint murkin me on any beat period
All the way turnt/ leave the scene on rims cause my rubbers burnt/ im a suicidal maniac who trying to flirt hahah imma clown, but given the chance i bet i could turn that frown to a smile/ im gone like water damaged tile/ this is my title leave the file/ I been in an out of this world so many times i thought it was a dream from hell/ Let me tell you about myself real quick, im turnt, i cant be around hate, i got a forth, take a rate an get birthed/ im a mother fucking lost soul on the earth, faded like your shirt, pilt like a a psychotic womans purse/ i pursue whatever i feel is needed in this life an thats my turn..
I'm on one I aint gonna stop ima burn one I'm turned up beats stay knockin all the hoes jocking everybody wacthing while we in the pocket ima beast what i gotta tell yah you know me stacks crazy like always okay new money damn thats a new one flip more money man okay hold one you aint got no money brah you better just come with it man i comeing back to get it man you know ima rip it mane ima do my thing mane ima do it times ten hundred thousand in the crib countin benjamens.
the only one i actually read
@ottopartyboy who is nick my name is cody
that paperplanes straight rolled up
got a bombay to po´ up,
ima coffeshop n a liquor store
so tell me if u want sum more
gota purple weed thats quality
got some old liqours from oversea
so if ur askin me for quantity
you have to pay
cuz in germany thers nothin free
u have to buy ur liberty
justsayin
I do whats gonna get me the most reconization,
Making tons of haterz that is my occupation,
Ready for my album to drop niggaz patiently waitin,
All the dope fiends listen to it there all relatin,
Nigga like chapped lips yo ass is splittin,
Your bitch goes on my hand like a brand new mitten,
I done wrecked yo career you mine as well be quitin,
Some say im a lion that makes you a baby kitten,
sum waka flaka b.s
@SteelKrain why it gotta be black ppl music ?
VYBE BEATZ!
bandanna tied around my face, i'm straight
swag turned up i never see so case
dont see no judge dont see no cops
ya dead on site cant see no doc's
im tuned up with my goonie's,
acting loonie like a movie script
but i dont need to play a role
cause me i really do the shit
im turned up to the maximum
spit fire till the mutha fucking pastor come
cause me hot as hell
spit dat fire like a dragon toungue
@pollinator02 im sure you dont get signed posting ffreestyle comments. im pretty sure of that. of and if i did rap i wouldnt have time for petty internet squabbles.
Hahahaha Wow !
D-why absolutely slaughters this
i like rock n roll and ive never been told this is white person music. but speaking of outta place white boys ...ever hear of a guy called eminem,yeah even as good as he is black people are racist towards him. we black people want the right to be racist for reasons of the past and its not cool.
One person does not like this instrumental, wow there's someone who always has a dislike! I know I put like at least I'm not a hater.