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