[Intro]
Turn it up!

[Hook]
Bop yo head (do it), bop yo head (do it)
Bop yo head (do it), find the volume and turn it up!

[Verse 1]
I could go off, but I don't want to go off-topic
And watch your brain fly off like Mary Poppins
With an umbrella, I rap 'til my lungs swell up
But everything is swell, I'm ready for Coachella
Not to watch, I'm ready to blow the roof off
I grew up with Snoop Dogg, Slim, and 2Pac
But where'd rap go? Did it die and fall off?
Is anyone not a recycled knockoff? (Me, me, me!)
Well I'm not, plus we're friends now, you got me
So bump my tunes when you do your laundry
When you wash your truck, and when you go play hockey
Because I get the job done quicker than hotkeys
You programmed slow jams, those are not this
It's obvious my skill's far from novice
With lots to work on, I'm a work in progress
But aren't we all? That's what I thought
C'mon just...
[Hook]
Bop yo head (do it), bop yo head (do it)
Bop yo head (do it), find the volume and turn it up!
Bop yo head (do it), bop yo head (do it)
Bop yo head (do it), find the volume and turn it up!

[Verse 2]
I'm 30 years old with a breakout song (yay!)
No one ever thought that it would take this long
But it did, and that's it, I'm not malevolent
I'm on another level and I've got adrenaline
Packed into my skin and jammed into my ribs
I can handle my biz, I'm like a mandolin, man
With every slice more precise than the last one
Rappers try to act tough, but I got it wrapped up
Tryin' to slow me is like tryin' to slow a Mack truck
Built from titanium, with the frame jacked up
And a box full of gold bars that are stacked up, get it?
Metaphor game locked up like a handcuff
And I understand what you're going through
You are confused by the tune I'm showing you
You're used to rap that's full of stupid crap
But relax because I'm bringing rap music back

[Hook x2]
Bop yo head (do it), bop yo head (do it)
Bop yo head (do it), find the volume and turn it up!
Bop yo head (do it), bop yo head (do it)
Bop yo head (do it), find the volume and turn it up!
[Verse 3]
I'm a third verse killer, wordsmith Godzilla
With a style twenty-five million miles from vanilla
I want the crowd looking like a village of gorillas
Going ape to this track
So join in and give a-
I'm a ripper of mics, hoping this'll entice
All genres of music and listener types, why not?
My wordplay is off the earth [?]
This vibe is why I started rap in the first place
You know the feeling when the cars are moving
And it seems the scene you see goes to the music, use it!
That's your imagination, your very own custom interpretation
You a masterpiece, so come and rap with me
Whether you're white, black, native, or Japanese
Or any other skin color from across the seas
I spell it Unkle with a 'k', no apostrophes

[Hook x2]
Bop yo head (do it), bop yo head (do it)
Bop yo head (do it), find the volume and turn it up!
Bop yo head (do it), bop yo head (do it)
Bop yo head (do it), find the volume and turn it up!