The Turn Up

[Chorus: Blu] Soon as my niggas say turn it up We burn it up, burn 'em down Madlib brought the burner out [Verse 1: Blu] Eighty shots, twin Glocks, my pen pops And Faith is still the hardest shit since MC Ren My kinfolk keep his window locked My other kin is trying to kick his window in Bad neighbors, the homies they the misbehaviors So you know the flow won't go major unless they throwing paper From out of corporate skyscraper and That's when we kick the Industry doors in, Blu and MED Neo took the red and blue to the head and still can't go to bed Wildchild, Code Red, as big as when Jaylib broke the red We broke the bank, it awoke the feds Fold the bread, sleep with your eyes wide up And turn it up when you drive by us [Chorus: Blu] Turn it up We burn it up, burn 'em down Madlib brought the burner out [Verse 2: Oh No] 9-3-0-33 I stay a mile above the echelon I put Heckle and Jeckle on Your 15 minutes of fame is down to a second, go on I see you in it boy, so what you steppin' on? You niggas rep it wrong You in that shit like I'm checking forums I'm a Disrupticon 'cause I just swept the con claiming Decepticons Only deceiving when the weapons drawn, that's a Megatron I'm dropping a mega atomic bomb and swim with megalodons I got a pool like I mangled your arms You just a ragdoll, or rather test dummy ready to crash walls That means that you ain't got the drive we do Matter of fact, I would never ride with you Keanu Reeves couldn't save you on a bus Play it loud when you speed by us, motherfucks [Chorus: Blu] Turn it up We burn it up, burn 'em down Madlib brought the burner out [Verse 3: MED] It's that head knock turned into the red dot Watch the hottest, latest gossip from the block to the near shop Block on my hip I'm a walking investment That checkered to your chess, you as dumb as the next man Dropped out of school, I ain't nothing for testing, homie Your wave turned to tide then you dirt for sure Moral of the story, I'm a hoarder for the glory Henny to the rim when it's straight from the trophies Toast coast where the sun sets That's women looking like money in the corset Suckers looking kinda envy gotta shake 'em off When you prayed they wrote me off, they wrote more checks Oh No, B-L-U, my crew, war prepped Just a step, turn it up, make the whip wreck [Chorus: Blu] Turn it up We burn it up, burn 'em down Madlib brought the burner out