Lemme Hear Ya Loud

Lyrics

M.V.L.L. (ft. FU, Mez, A.B., and Roy Rukkus) - "Lemme Hear Ya Loud" [Emcee(s): FU, Mez, A.B., and Roy Rukkus] [Producer(s): Will Tell] [Hook: All] (x2) Can I get a [?]? Let me hear you loud Niggas didn't know M-V-double bring the crowd [Verse 1: FU] It's the millennium. Many come. Silly one, bring out Your mini drum. Here I come. Four-pound hold It down now. Flows shot. I'm puffing pride, I smoke The town out, move 'em out. Time chrome lay These clowns down. Hold Glocks. Mr. Long Shot Bow down. How's that? When I touch ground Touchdown, touchback, we rush forward To crush hats. Full list, the bullshit all in black With half a spliff half-lit. Pass this The chron and flip. Gon' break the cypher, flash a lighter Time gets hyper. Like Piper, I'm Piping you down I'll fuck your shorty and really viper. I'm hyping sound Four-pound release rounds that's breaking up crowds Like lightning striking from the ground into a cloud So loud, I emerge hitting the herb. You talk Shit. "Who this?" Now you're kicked to the curb [Verse 2: Mez] At times, I can't sleep without the sound of guns backing Enhanced clapping, bodies delivered in saran wrapping I've got to get at 'em and send his fam packing. After this They'll be trying to kill us. Can you feel us? Terminal illness infecting my brain, twisting the Same sections. The reigns can't be blamed for dropping his flame Split in the rain or pop with your dame. Guarantee Locking clips in your frame stash. You laying trashed. Get your Head bashed for talking insane crap. Heard what You said, so aimed fast, choked ho—fuck a chain tag Broke, you're taking your brain back—one dose I'm the tester of buoyancy—I'll prove your soul floats [Hook: All] (x2) Can I get a [?]? Let me hear you loud Niggas didn't know M-V-double bring the crowd [Verse 3: A.B.] Niggas say I'm half-seen and half-lost-in-the-head That's because, when gats bang, I'll take a portion of legs Plus I really knew I was always off in the mind You're looking silly, duke, walking by, flossing your shine Y'all bitches too fay like an old spic rocking a toupée What did you say? Want to get thrown from Sunday to Doomsday? You'll lose either way, whether you're up or side-down Mummified clowns stalk around. Make 'em lie down We'll sit 'em up in a seat—arms and feet tied down Then hit 'em up with the heat but just keep a quiet sound Spit the death-defying shit and I'm suicide-bound I'm a bony-ass nigga, so I exercise pounds And the niggas I despise [?] In the skies where the pig replies supplies to the style For miles, we wild like a Tasmanian Devil Throwing pebbles and shovels like a Pakistanian rebel I got so much game, I could make a stadium tremble Relaying a symbol on fundamentals on instrumentals [Verse 4: Roy Rukkus] I'll strike your forces, pack more kick than a herd of horses Murder sources. You'll get broken up like divorces You lost, kid. You mad, but I'll blow your whole land up Hate me? That's funny. You must have your whole standup Man, what? You macho, don't know how choc' you really is You know, choc', if you beat you bloody, you would be a period Fucking idiot. Couldn't even eat a illiterate Salt and cinnamon's a worse version of what a guilty killer gets I'm like locks of liquor: leave you limping and liver-less Nasty, nuking, napalm, noggin-knocking nemesis Penetrate your premises with power-packing pistols Cracking cripple kids [?] community country civil- -ization. Body looking like the mask for Jason Smash your face in casket placed in. Aggravation Sanitation, trash [?] (Huh?) Act fag, get your fat head blasted (Huh?) Face bashed, laying in the grass dead A cat bled for trying to be bad with mad bread Caught the paramed before they got the ringing and a horn You a fucking corn. I'm darker than Spawn after dawn Think you're the bomb? Compared to my turf, your shit is Nerf Put Mother Nature in labor and watch the Earth's birth Life lurking, larger than Lurch, face-breaking (Huh?) And confiscating [?] [Hook: All] (x2) Can I get a [?]? Let me hear you loud Niggas didn't know M-V-double bring the crowd