Volume

[Intro: Jumbo The Garbageman, (scratches)] ("Pump the volume!" "Pump-pump..." "Turn it up!") Turn me up some ("Pump the volume!") Turn me up, nigga ("Ain't loud enough!") This is what happens... ("Turn it up!!!") Lifesavas, Libretto, turn it up on niggas [Verse 1: Jumbo of the Lifesavas, (Libretto)] Ok, I'm the reason for the super villan classic Fat caps to tag the flagship, to rap this Galactus, catching casualties 'cross the galaxy Burn the dance floor, do that dance, and bring upgrades to battle me Southern Baptist back-twist back to reality My hands'll be slapping any man Trained with Sticky Hands, legend of Wing Chun We win, son – and lose none Six million styles to try, you wan' die? Turn me up some! Aim, focus, and fire slow My eyes glow, in the black light "Punks Jump Up To Get Bеat" with some Ackrite ("You niggas ain't that tight!") Gimme that mic Charliе Hustle AKA Pete Rose, got your hood pass revoked, it means the streets closed The game of life, ain't no cheat codes Independent music – it's the path we chose Dirty Decibels, we call 'em dBs Tell them undercover MC's, pump the volume [Chorus: scratches] "Pump the volume!" "Pump-pump-pump the volume!" "Turn it up!" "Pump the volume" "Ain't loud enough!" "Pump-pump-pump the volume!" "Say 'turn it up!!!'" [Verse 2: Libretto, (scratches)] Yo... yo... it go – bang your fist on the wall like this Bang your fist, just bang your fist C'mon, bang your fist on the wall like this – lunchroom, table session, '86 Blazing swift, pure dope, so take a sniff Slum Funk, raw and uncut ("Pump the volume!") Turn it up to the max DJs – keep spinning the wax Keep the dance floors packed while I sharpen my axe Swing swords, I'm a lumberjack MC's – exit with speed, before your ears'll bleed Style Wars with Jumbo, let's proceed with no gimmicks Raw beats and lyrics for all you so-called critics Picture painted vivid, no choice but get with it We supplyin' demand, expand fans to Japan Bullet proof barb wire terms (Darts!) Fake cats relax, sit back, this here's hard to earn Style captured in a glass vial, liquid foul Dangerous dosage, flammable, ferocious by volume Everybody, everybody, everbody... [Chorus: scratches] "Pump the volume!" "Pump-pump-pump the volume!" "Turn it up!" "Pump the volume" "Ain't loud enough!" "Pump-pump-pump the volume!" "Say 'turn it up!!!'" [Verse 3: Vursatyl of the Lifesavas, (scrathes)] Reach through the speaker, choke you for questioning The earthquake in your headphones, nearly deafening King Above King and I roll with nothing lesser than Spray the ave, I toe-tag the last specimens Dance 'til the death, pencil strokes are poison "Without A Pause" since P.E. brought the noise in Tax ya money, sick of diggin' out shrapnel, dunny Sold the soul and I unwrap your mummy, oblivion Tribal dance, chant 'pon Zion, we begun Cross the Sudan, Bantu join the hun Cold cadaver, stick a fork in 'em, "is he done?" Upper room, feast, the beast is loose – run! "Burn Hollywood Burn," rays from the sun Zulu Nation assemble, under groove 1 5 billion on my front line, ya not wan' problems! ("Pump-pump the volume!" "Turn it up!") Meltdown, sound-off in sonic melee Doomsday soirée, soon come y'all way "Vurs bomaye" – frequency tyranny, y'all ain't hearin' me [Chorus: scratches] "Pump the volume!" "Pump-pump-pump the volume!" "Turn it up!" "Pump the volume" "Ain't loud enough!" "Pump-pump-pump the volume!" "Say 'turn it up!!!'" "Pump--!" "Pump--!" "Turn it up!" "Pump the volume!" "Ain't loud enough!" "Pump the volume!" "Pump-pump--!" "Turn it up!" "Ain't loud enough!" "Pump-pump--!" "Say 'turn it up!!!'" "Pump the volume!" "Turn it up!" "Ain't loud enough!"