Lyrics
[Chorus] x2
It don't matter, be alert / grab your adder-
-all, never stall, tracks bound to leak like a bladder,
Check my caliber, not flattered til my pockets is fatter,
Harder than a midget lookin' at a ladder
Now turn it up, let it go to Max Volume
Turn it up, let it go to Max Volume!
Turn it up, let it go to Max Volume!!
Turn it Up, let it go to Max Volume!!!
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[Verse 1]
[[I'm ready, rap's Sasquatche, my feet heavy,
concrete bending, keep steady, I flow like breached levi's,
complete's my emcee standing, sippin' on peach brandy
spit the heat from miami, it's like givin' the beat candy,]]
{Hey}... Deceit, what they mean ta rap?
Sneak attacks, they creep behind the steep of my back,
leap into action, stunned as pieces leak in me bad,
stabbed by the knife, it's quite, peaceful til your hand-
mirror appears your best man's face, a Judas fate,
and your crew just waits, you in ER, with tubes in face,
crucifix next to the gruesome bait, you just wait...
to resesitate 'til code blue and you just scraped, can't move it's you in check mate
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[Chorus] x2
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[Verse 2]
Kick In The Door... pacin' the floor {floor}
all I heard was... nothing! his f*** in' face was taped for-
silence, my violence like tirants who evade course,
I'm insane of sorts, f*** what I'm sayin' I'm playin', explore,
my mind, I'm inclined to give you two cents of mine,
Snoop said Da Games To Be Sold, so I hold a rented sign,
and post up, spit a rhyme, til passerbys heads will vibe,
like a medic's line, prescribin' sedatives for the stress inside
depressed is right, can't let it slide like a clothes chute,
I gotta stay on top of it like snowshoes, 'least I'm suppose to,
the stone cold truth, my loc-oal, roots aint the place it was,
it raised me rough, I can still taste the blood,
so I'm heated like a dragon's tongue, I spit flames,
without a Dorito's bag, Rise To Power like Carlito's Way,
then fineto, good-day end up by a cockpit to the tropics and,
kick back by the ocean, noticin' girls with the tops missin'
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[Chorus] x2
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[Verse 3]
F*** , I got this game Stuck in this vice grip
so try to Shut 'off' my mic switch and I might flip,
hit a mall cop with a black nightstick
all he can do's illuminate our faces with his flash light's tip
sh** , he wakes thinkin' he's top in the state's sector,
checkin' bags, saying "no pop in the play center",
enter that b*** with a little Dip in My Step,
pop down my kick-stand and piss on his leg,
I'm Hard Core like Lil Kim was,
before she went to the pen, gotta "Goodyear" tat' & blimped up
I'm just a bit nuts, slit wrist with princess cuts,
feelin' an instant rush, turn on the faucet & rinsed this up,
it's just blood... and this... this is just some drugs,
you put on your tongue, stung, by it's sensation,
a touch of imagination, why you waitin'? adjust this demonstration
and put this up to Max Volume, f*** the next station!
'cause
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[Chorus] x2
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