Lemme Hear Ya Loud

M.V.L.L. (ft. FU, Mez, A.B., and Roy Rukkus) - “Lemme Hear Ya Loud”
[Emcee(s): FU, Mez, A.B., and Roy Rukkus]
[Producer(s): Will Tell]

[Hook: All] (x2)
Can I get a [?]? Let me hear you loud
Niggas didn’t know M-V-double bring the crowd

[Verse 1: FU]
It’s the millennium. Many come. Silly one, bring out
Your mini drum. Here I come. Four-pound hold
It down now. Flows shot. I’m puffing pride, I smoke
The town out, move ‘em out. Time chrome lay
These clowns down. Hold Glocks. Mr. Long Shot
Bow down. How’s that? When I touch ground
Touchdown, touchback, we rush forward
To crush hats. Full list, the bullshit all in black
With half a spliff half-lit. Pass this
The chron and flip. Gon’ break the cypher, flash a lighter
Time gets hyper. Like Piper, I’m Piping you down
I’ll fuck your shorty and really viper. I’m hyping sound
Four-pound release rounds that’s breaking up crowds
Like lightning striking from the ground into a cloud
So loud, I emerge hitting the herb. You talk
Shit. “Who this?” Now you’re kicked to the curb

[Verse 2: Mez]
At times, I can’t sleep without the sound of guns backing
Enhanced clapping, bodies delivered in saran wrapping
I’ve got to get at ‘em and send his fam packing. After this
They’ll be trying to kill us. Can you feel us?
Terminal illness infecting my brain, twisting the
Same sections. The reigns can’t be blamed for dropping his flame
Split in the rain or pop with your dame. Guarantee
Locking clips in your frame stash. You laying trashed. Get your
Head bashed for talking insane crap. Heard what
You said, so aimed fast, choked ho—fuck a chain tag
Broke, you’re taking your brain back—one dose
I’m the tester of buoyancy—I’ll prove your soul floats

[Hook: All] (x2)
Can I get a [?]? Let me hear you loud
Niggas didn’t know M-V-double bring the crowd

[Verse 3: A.B.]
Niggas say I’m half-seen and half-lost-in-the-head
That’s because, when gats bang, I’ll take a portion of legs
Plus I really knew I was always off in the mind
You’re looking silly, duke, walking by, flossing your shine
Y’all bitches too fay like an old spic rocking a toupée
What did you say? Want to get thrown from Sunday to Doomsday?
You’ll lose either way, whether you’re up or side-down
Mummified clowns stalk around. Make ‘em lie down
We’ll sit ‘em up in a seat—arms and feet tied down
Then hit ‘em up with the heat but just keep a quiet sound
Spit the death-defying shit and I’m suicide-bound
I’m a bony-ass nigga, so I exercise pounds
And the niggas I despise [?]
In the skies where the pig replies supplies to the style
For miles, we wild like a Tasmanian Devil
Throwing pebbles and shovels like a Pakistanian rebel
I got so much game, I could make a stadium tremble
Relaying a symbol on fundamentals on instrumentals

[Verse 4: Roy Rukkus]
I’ll strike your forces, pack more kick than a herd of horses
Murder sources. You’ll get broken up like divorces
You lost, kid. You mad, but I’ll blow your whole land up
Hate me? That’s funny. You must have your whole standup
Man, what? You macho, don’t know how choc’ you really is
You know, choc’, if you beat you bloody, you would be a period
Fucking idiot. Couldn’t even eat a illiterate
Salt and cinnamon’s a worse version of what a guilty killer gets
I’m like locks of liquor: leave you limping and liver-less
Nasty, nuking, napalm, noggin-knocking nemesis
Penetrate your premises with power-packing pistols
Cracking cripple kids [?] community country civil-
-ization. Body looking like the mask for Jason
Smash your face in casket placed in. Aggravation
Sanitation, trash [?] (Huh?)
Act fag, get your fat head blasted (Huh?)
Face bashed, laying in the grass dead
A cat bled for trying to be bad with mad bread
Caught the paramed before they got the ringing and a horn
You a fucking corn. I’m darker than Spawn after dawn
Think you’re the bomb? Compared to my turf, your shit is Nerf
Put Mother Nature in labor and watch the Earth’s birth
Life lurking, larger than Lurch, face-breaking (Huh?)
And confiscating [?]

[Hook: All] (x2)
Can I get a [?]? Let me hear you loud
Niggas didn’t know M-V-double bring the crowd