Testin testin testin
You can hear me, what what what?
MIC, check one, check, check check
You can hear me? YO!
I´m loud enough? Yo!
Mic mic, micraphone, check, check
Yo, can you hear me?
Yo!

[Chorus: repeat 2X w/ variations throughout]

YIKES!!! You know what I like? (What?)
I keep it hype, the words that I write (Oh)
I rock the whole crowd, I don´t need a mic (Huh?)
I say my rhyme LOUD, with all of my might

[Verse One:]

People say that nigga CRAZY, I´m throwin off
I raise my voice up then, GO OFF!!
The king of different, titan of screamin chantin louder than
a hundred people clappin (GO) keep them fuckin speakers crackin
Rockin it, about to ROLL
The sticker on the tag can´t make it ragged
Vocals that´ll blow horns til your ass in traction
Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket
BLING BLING comin through, not excuse me
I´m the nigga that´s makin this loud ass music

[Chorus]

[Verse Two:]

The doctor slapped my ass, so I´ve been hollerin since an infant
Gotta make sure they hear me cause I wants my attention!
Disturb the class, so I stayed in detention
Couldn´t whisper when I was talkin so they sent me to the office
The principal say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?"
Said, "I try to be quiet but I just can´t seem to lower the volume"
"Hmm, what´s your name?" -- "Michael Tyler"
"Perhaps you´d be interested in joining our school choir?"
Said, "Nah that´s for funny boys"
"Either that or a suspension," while you roll, HERE I COME BOY
I wanna holla, but I gotta try: *clears throat*
DOE RAY MI FAH SOH! Ahh no!
That ain´t gonna cut it, that ain´t gonna get it
Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try something ath-letic"
But I´m too clumsy so I went to the band
But I made more noise honkin than I did when I was playin!
YIKES!!! That ain´t workin so I´m leavin
The very next day I was in ROTC
Had no problems soundin off like I had a pair, THREE FOUR
But I just ain´t like them tight ass green pants that I had to wear
All this? made me tired, on top of that
one of my teachers wanna see my ass outside
I went downstairs to the yard
When I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads
I said, "You lookin for me? I´m the one who be talkin loud"
She said, "Damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin squad"
HELL NO, never ever Trevor
Either that or a report card filled with the F letter
GO, TEAM, FIGHT, WIN
Nah this shit ain´t cool, FUCK THESE TEACHERS AND THIS SCHOOL
Got a loud mouth but I don´t know what to use it for
´til they told me that they was gon´ put me in the TALENT SHOW

[Chorus]