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don't fu[n]k up our beats contest iv (music video) - rsonic lyrics

hook
on the beat you will see i, turn it up
on the street you will see i, turn it up
my cliques dcmg, turn it up
on the beat you will see i, turn it up
on the street you will see i, turn it up
nevermind that i’m geeky, turn it up

(who wants that one grand?)

verse 1

me, sonic is on it, a straight banga, im buckin’ and im buckin’ but raymond is no gangsta/
come from california the dorkiest rap slayer, knockin at your door like, “hidey ho neighbor”/
but that boy raw, fit right in where swizzle done left off/
hops-in da booth, they callin’ me steph-on, call ya doormat ’cause you get stepped on/
(you ain’t special) so why you rhyming like you rhyme impaired/
m-c fly, nike air, so i seen a “flight in stares”/
from them fake rappers, man they tellin’ all lies/
they say, “it’s a cold (coal) world” but i say it’s all mines!/
can ya dig it, i fix it and then i go for broke/
no one foot, no one foot out, i go all in, no hokey poke/
ya’ll just-in like beiber, veteran i be the/
entire mc like reba, ya’ll funny style just like kenan/
(ha-ha) shut up, leave you missing like kel, so many bars this is feelin’ like jail/
so many bars w-lly wonka just logged to send me some hate mail/
’cause i k!ll them a-b-cs, i dope but i dont deal that ‘d’/
or ‘e’, looks like i’s up to me, ’cause ya’ll been ‘f-n’ up the beat/

hook
on the beat you will see i, turn it up
in the street you will see i, turn it up
on the beat you will see i, turn it up
my cliques dcmg, turn it up
on the beat you will see i, turn it up
in the street you will see i, turn it up
on the beat you will see i, turn it up
shot out to funk volume, turn it up
hopsin and swizzz and, turn it up
hoppa and dame and, turn it up
dizzy but raymond, turn it up
just wait one second, i ain’t done

(i ain’t done)

verse 2

i ain’t the, name brand that the stereo like/
i’m white washed, black rapper, no stereotype/
you can call me egghead, kinda scrawny and light/
’cause i got no ‘yolk’, they compare to whites/
but a ninja so black on the snare and the mic/
barbarian-type, delivery, casearian-type, slice!/
i’m gifted but i dont curse in my raps it dont/
mean i ain’t nice, even urkel had straps/
even will smith had an -rs-nal of gats/
it only takes one snap, to to zip you up with the claps/
call me nick cannon, when i’m rappin’, yo i wild n/
sonic is a problem so they’ll probably call me childish/
but da boy got manners/
no i don’t litter, i throw away rappers/
i’m rockin’ and im rollin’ this, tools i am controllin’ them/
i’m reachin’ my nirvana, even courtney isn’t holdin (hole’n) this/
i spillin im k!llin the silly im quill ’em i stick em i pr-ck em i drill ’em a hole/ (where?)
up in the ceilin’ i fill it with spittas and after i k!ll em i’m spinnin’ i’m gone/(yeah)
i’m spinnin’ im gone, (yeah) i’m spinnin’ im gone/
up in the ceilin’ i fill it with spittas and after i k!ll em i’m spinnin’ i’m gone/
sonic

- rsonic lyrics

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