Turn it up I'm tearin shit down
Aggravated my music is underground
Just me the DJ make his own beats
Just wanna tell my momma that i finally made it
Through that aggravation
Maybe now I'm good enough for your itunes playlist
Brooklyn kid raised in long island,
Lock myself in the studio friends ask where have i've been.
I've been hiding but now I'm shining
For years tryin to perfect my skills and I'm still trying
You know I'm just sayin I'm the fuckin best
I know that's a lie but that means so dose the rest
Got love for the game
This is what i stand for
This is what i fight for
This is what i would die for
This is the reason i don't wanna be no one anymore
This is how i uncaged the rage inside of me that's stored
Released and marketed sound sound you adore
This the shit you bump on your ipod when bored
And what might finally get me this years hip hop draft board
Spent all these years and money just so i can keep breakin my spinal cord
Doin all this hard work even tho there's little to hope for
But why turn in down n***a bump it up
Ill end this with destorm "whats up world"