Mystikal - Keep It Hype Lyrics
Testin testin testinYou can hear me, what what what?Mic, check one, check, check checkYou can hear me? yo!Im loud enough? yo!Mic mic, micraphone, check, checkYo, 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 dont need a mic (huh? )I say my rhyme loud, with all of my mightVerse one:People say that nigga crazy, Im throwin offI raise my voice up then, go off!!The king of different, titan of screamin chantin louder thanA hundred people clappin (go) keep them *****in speakers crackinRockin it, about to rollThe sticker on the tag cant make it raggedVocals thatll blow horns til your ass in tractionDisgusting like that valve on your bike with the basketBling bling comin through, not excuse meIm the nigga thats makin this loud ass musicChorusVerse two:The doctor slapped my ass, so Ive been hollerin since an infantGotta make sure they hear me cause I wants my attention!Disturb the class, so I stayed in detentionCouldnt whisper when I was talkin so they sent me to the officeThe principal say, young man what seem to be the problem?Said, I try to be quiet but I just cant seem to lower the volumeHmm, whats your name? -- michael tylerPerhaps youd be interested in joining our school choir?Said, nah thats for funny boysEither that or a suspension, while you roll, here I come boyI wanna holla, but I gotta try: *clears throat*Doe ray mi fah soh! ahh no!That aint gonna cut it, that aint gonna get itThen the teacher said, maybe you can try something ath-leticBut Im too clumsy so I went to the bandBut I made more noise honkin than I did when I was playin!Yikes!!! that aint workin so Im leavinThe very next day I was in rotcHad no problems soundin off like I had a pair, three fourBut I just aint like them tight ass green pants that I had to wearAll this ? made me tired, on top of thatOne of my teachers wanna see my ass outsideI went downstairs to the yardWhen I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broadsI said, you lookin for me? Im the one who be talkin loudShe said, damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin squadHell no, never ever trevorEither that or a report card filled with the f letterGo, team, fight, winNah this shit aint cool, ***** these teachers and this schoolGot a loud mouth but I dont know what to use it fortil they told me that they was gon put me in the talent showChorus* lots of repetitions of yikes!!! y-y-y-yikes!!! *
