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blackwhole - loud & clear lyrics

[intro]
+crowd cheers+

f+ck that sh+t up! (f+ck that sh+t up!) (x4)
bring that sh+t back! (bring that sh+t back!) (x4)

[hook]
make my mic sound loud as f+ck (turn it up!) (x4)

[verse 1: luke]
yo turn my sh+t up (bow!)
so i can move the crowd
drop my sh+t like bows on these tracks that go for miles
everlasting, hungry for this hip+hop sh+t
i’m never fasting my belt so that my words can fit
that ain’t my fashion, critics try to hate on my sh+t
and so i’m sn+tchin’ the mic out they hands and blow they heads
it’s my passion
fruitcake n+ggas get b+tch slapped
for saying b+tch raps, and then expect to get dap
forget that pity pat sh+t, i never come whack
on school days i gets more daps than daryl dunlap
so who the f+ck wanna see me?
valley pd even get beat down on tv in 3d
this elevated cd is proof we pay dues and break rules
we make hits that make your ears bruise
and that means bad news to rap crews
i leave n+ggas stuck on stupid like dennis rodman’s tattoos (ooo!)
[hook]
make my mic sound loud as f+ck (turn it up!) (x2)

[verse 2]
clip! the automatic made you slide
it’s tales from the dark side, we spark at the parking ride
now everybody see us in the truck, tint and locked
hard like a fresh pair of chuck’s
chickens know what’s up
i won’t go buck unless somebody steps up
that’s how i keep my rep up
so when my mic is loud, it’s meltdown when i come around
put your bets down, i get down with pounds of smoke
i don’t joke
i get lifted the mc and become s+d+stic
make you feel the power of the mystic madness
i rip the atlas, adding color to the blackness
this is serious bidness
i might have to go down a list and start checking off witnesses
who you think this is?
i’m here to tell you about the black whole, ’cause we incredible

[hook]
make my mic sound loud as f+ck (turn it up!)

[verse 3: megalosdon]
pump up the volume (why?), so they can hear me on mars
sound carry my thoughts ‘cross sp+ce between stars at high speed
high pitch black style of speech
i release from a bottle your parents keep out of reach
immature mcs wanna bite the content
swallow a handful of harmful substance
abuse your metabolic, cause physical harm
’till your body blown apart by my lyrical firearm (blow!)
[verse 4: mic holden]
you know these people run for cover when they see the regime
cause you know we drop sh+t like a vending machine
rocking this thing like plymouth, man you dropping this thing
the end of your career is closer than approximating
we bring heat like a firing range, it’s that simple
b+tch n+ggas ain’t learned how to flow yet, they pre+minstrel
my ink pen leave tattoos on instrumentals
abstain homie, if you was plain this continental
our reign is tormental and permanent
like blood stains, ya windshield determining factor
wholy black!
you couldn’t find an exiting time
and evil crash land upon land totally mine

[hook]
make my mic sound loud as f+ck (turn it up!) (x2)

[verse 5]
mcs say the same thing
that’s how i know that you b+tch n+ggas never change
wanna claim that you hard and you wanna bang
always thinking that yo life is a f+cking game
f+ck with the black whole and got yo style stained
like the sidewalks in yo f+cking street, mane
get yo sins washed away with my holy rain
now i’m ’bout to being the pain when i f+cking aim
to get yo head cracked!
black and proud, and loud as f+ck
that’s only way i found you can get the crowd pumped
to get a sound man jumped if my mic ain’t loud enough
you say you crazy, but you still ain’t wild enough
powderpuffs ain’t allowed to bust or challenge us
this style’s a plus
crowds rush to hear the sound of us
it resonates through your room like a pound of skunk
fake mcs get clowned by us
because ain’t none of y’all down to bust!

[outro: derrick]
aye i just got one thing to say
sound man y’all f+cked up!
i just wanna say that right now that you got a problem with me, come see me outside
but y’all f+cked up
i gotta say that for all my people who waited for us to come on
and y’all motherf+ckers came an hour and a half late
that’s on the real
if you got a problem with it, my name is derrick….

- blackwhole lyrics

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