Supastition - Boombox lyrics

[Supastition - Boombox lyrics]

Turn this up loud yes all the way to 10
We gonna rock right now, right now

If your business ain't right don't step to me
And if it is
Get at Supa, but Illmind sold separately
I don't carry a briefcase but
I handle BI properly
Puttin' a stop to these snakeskin cheapskates
Broadcasted on the evening news
If I can't make money off my name
Neither can you
Now hip hop is the love of my life
But wack niggas want a guest appearance
So I'm gonna have to double my price
We both hungry as hell and
Both scraping out plates but like Outback
I got a reputation at stake steak
And I doubt that
That you wanna step, is this what you want?
I'm all about that real, no publicity stunts


Y'all dudes got a lot of talk game
Saying that you pack arenas
But, your shows look like
An Atlanta Hawks game
Hold up, stop and reverse
I see the difference between reality and
What you pop in a verse

So turn it up, turn the volume up a notch
In the car, in the crib
In the club on the block
Just, let it bang till your eardrums pops
Yes, till somebody calls the cops, I'mma rock
So turn it up, turn the volume up a notch
In the car, in the crib
In the club on the block
Just, let it bang till your eardrums pops
Yes, let in bang in your boombox

Now I respect a few rappers but
I know there's no equal
My flow is so lethal it
Gags and chokes people
Whether legend or has been
The best get floored stomp you
Your producer and whoever pressed record
I'm dead serious so I
Fiend for legendary status
It seem niggas only aim to
Be better than average
And that's pathetic it'self
Get a medical help
Cause every other bar I spit
I try to better myself i said it myself
The game, fame, man I would love it
But, I ain't tryin' to water down
My sound or go Banana Republic
That's real, cats feel that I'm underrated
But the day I shine
Them fools be the first ones that hate it
I can't please
Every fan or every different listener
So I do whatever got me up to this position
I'm not crunk, I'm not backpack or abstract
I'm hip hop in it's purest form
Player that's that

So turn it up, turn the volume up a notch
In the car, in the crib
In the club on the block
Just, let it bang till your eardrums pops
Yes, till somebody calls the cops, I'mma rock
So turn it up, turn the volume up a notch
In the car, in the crib
In the club on the block
Just, let it bang till your eardrums pop
Yes, let in bang in your boombox

I know people gon' wonder what
I charge for a track
If I write it on paper you'll
Think it's a phone number, fall back
Supastition, anything that I say is
Breathtaking, label me the franchise player
Not a punchline rapper, that was back then
I know the rules new and improved
Still blessing you with +Quotables+ now
But y'all don't get it homie
These underground cats aini't got shit on me
Y'all some one trick ponies
My skills are phenomenal and near perfect
I write a story or an anthem
A classic or a tear jerker
I'm never nervous, I'm a veteran with flows
And performances
But everything is evident at shows
At 7 man, he knows how he turn a crowd out
Outshine the headliners and
Silence the loudmouths
Let the music drown 'em out
Y'all stay at home rappers
And bedroom producers
Y'all dudes got it backwards

So turn it up, turn the volume up a notch
In the car, in the crib
In the club on the block
Just, let it bang till your eardrums pop
Yes, till somebody calls the cops, I'm a rock
So turn it up, turn the volume up a notch
In the car, in the crib
In the club on the block
Just, let it bang till your eardrums pops
Yes, let in bang in your boombox
So turn it up just turn it up
Turn it up turn it up

Supastition illmind the Deadline

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