Turn It Up - Skyzoo

Can’t do what I does

The dude did it, been abusing the drums

When it’s done, you won’t believe what fiends do for a dub

I don’t even get a chance to mix it without the handle it’s twitchin'

Nose drippin', while they planning they fixes

Listen, I’m way deeper than that shit that you speak

And your so-called classics, I could pen in a week

But I ain’t conceited

I’m all on the cocky side

With bitches leavin' the crib, doing the knock-kneed slide

What you know about it?

Homie, you slip with your girl, and I could show her 'bout it

I make your next top model do a show about it

And make a neo-soul broad write a poem about it

I’m from the land of the burner, so I don’t roll without it

The borough with blue steel

Where times times changed, so now I’m sittin' on the stoop kills

But still, I’m that dude controlling the cabbage

And I don’t got a bank card, just a hole in the mattress

Now turn it up

You gotta have your speakers bleedin'

Burnin' the highway, and then your Jeep is leanin'

Turn it up

Thirty-five cents, with intents

Twistin' that good piff, you in the hood bitch

Turn it up

Keep that system knockin'

Truck rattlin' hard, 'til the fender droppin'

Turn it up

What?

Turn it up a little bit

Turn it up

What?

Turn it up a little bit

I’m here to handle my business

Shit is easy I’m expanding the limits

In the throne, on the low, while I’m plantin' my pivot

I’m on the creep, creep

Plottin' on the seat that’s open

You hear that beep beep, y’all better proceed to floatin'

My name heavy in your speakers, the dude got love

If I ran a race in the dark, I couldn’t lose my buzz

See the flow is like cocaine sprinkled with propane

Gettin' straight down to the roots like Rogaine

I beg for anybody to differ

Try hollerin' back, and see how many won’t be hollerin' witchya

When Skyzoo slide through, ain’t a team comin' near him

Couldn’t see me if we were standing between double mirrors

I lowered the bar to try helping you

And you still couldn’t kiss my feet if you stood on 10 pedestals

The new breed who got somethin' to say

Flow flawless, and keep a bad slut on her way

Now put your hands together

For the dude that they call the crowd favorite

I’ll breathe on the beat, and they callin' the foul flagrant

The savior of this game and I’m proud to say it

You got a song to prove me wrong?

You can proudly play it

I speak bold, 'cause I speak from my left tit

And fuck the past, my motto is you’re as good as your next hit

So fuck what your crew made

Y’all better get that Hennessy outta your veins and replace that shit with Kool

Aid

Dudes try they hardest to sound hood

I threw a couple G’s on my neck, and I don’t say that to sound good

I say it cause it’s true, homie

Please believe I mean it when I say I’m that dude

Homie, my name S-K-Y-Z-O-O

Run with the Justus League, who want it with we?

Not a soul on God’s green

Whoever try to fuck with the God team, I promise you gon' feel that palm thing