Eric Howl - TurnitUppaNotch!!!! (feat. Drumat!c)

Ay man did you hear?
Yo, man, I heard we was under attack
Yo, who dat?
Yo, I see this dude wit a boombox
Aw, man
These dudes is corny, yeah!
Yo, man, forget that
Yo, his beats is corny
Yo, ya beats is corny!
Yo, ya shit is wack
Wack!
Yo, new beats corny
Yo, he turnin up
Oh, he putting in something new
Oh, he want to battle!?
Yo, put that Drumat!c shit in!
Put it in put it in hurry up go!

I be in the cipher circle in a pair of overalls
Palms and fingers hold my balls
Breaking all the protocols
Boastin' bout your lady queen
Maybe it was Maybelline
Maybe it was a silicone filled breast and a laser beam
The haze and steam and fog are clouding up your window
When you and your men drove in through ya Benzo
Drop top I hop into the backseat
On your girl's lap and kicked a rap over your wack beat
Playin in your stereo lets take a ride
Wise Dome dove over ya shoved the tape inside
Now the rhythm's bumpin sounds beautiful
The music's hot and the groove is cold
My crew's flows like beat cruise control because
Hiphop bumps rock, funk, blues and soul go!
The light's green this road was built right over a pipe dream
My light gleam like ice cream
I get Sprinkle

Yo, why your beats sound like cell phones?
For real, yo
Why they sound like cell phones?
TurnItUppaNotch!!
TurnItUppaNotch!!
TurnItUppaNotch!!
TurnItUppaNotch!!

Every now and then I get a little bit more on point
Flip joints from these illiterate morons
Pour on the flow and mix in diction
Friction, ripskins off legs when I kick shins,
Whistling hands in my holy ass pockets, but
still rock n' shine like Goldilocks lockets, huh,
Free speech that boldly stops hypocrisy
Hip hop that you got to see
is imbued in my feet and toes my soul and sneaker soles
Better get a pair of flint rocks and a heap of coals
Shovel it in the wind that I juggle
Looks like I trapped the Double Mint twins in a bubble, huh
I've been in trouble since talk without raising my hand
Now that school rebel plays in a band
Crazed fans praise Bam and blaze, man, he don't even tan, mayonnaise and rap in so many damn ways

Oh shit!
Yo hold no no put that jawn on with Bamboo
That jawn that's like Who!?
Yo I can't hear shit!
TurnItUppaNotch!!
TurnItUppaNotch!!
TurnItUppaNotch!!
TurnItUppaNotch!!

Who in the hell is stupid enough To disrupt my crew and necessitate retaliation?
In the alley waitin'
The crowd salivatin' to absorb the music, hip hop awakens in the morgue
Rise on up, maintain my eyes on substance, my fly form bugs kids out and leaves thugs drenched with
Untense, intense, intent, light your incense
Rhymes incite fights and invite defenseless rap fakers
I love my job like fat bakers, analyzing the world like map makers, wait
Topographers, gods diverge from my proverbs, the ghost in the bog blurs
From sight, your lungpipes dry due to the sun's blight
I pummel night, you know you better run right!?
Upon mics I speak fervently and make songs hype from a different angle like the way pawns strike
Tossing knights off of their horses, jack their sword and lance
Command every one of my warriors on the board to advance
Implore the dance of victory, as I traverse over forrestial lands of hickory wood and pick up each foot, trudging
Smudging mud onto your windows shield
Of your automobile, automobile, automobile
Everybody knows that I wanna flow for real
So don't try to step step step

Get in ya car bul!
Look at them runnin' like beeitches!
The Boombox Battle!
What you gonna do with General Mills Kix?
Kid Tested Mother Approved mother-
Ha ha ha ha
Them shits is corny
Yo man you heard about the dude Bamboo yea of course
Yo that dude crazy man
Yo forreal I seen him the other day man
When he walkin? His feet does not touch the ground man I swear to God man
Yo he forreal
Yo watch out for him!

Written by:
Eric Howl

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