Boombox Songtext
von Supastition

Turn this up loud
Yes, all the way to ten, we gon′ rock right now, right now
Turn this up loud
Yes, all the way to ten, we gon' rock right now, right now
Turn this up loud
Yes, all the way to ten, we gon′ rock right now, right now
Turn this up loud
Yes, all the way to ten, we gon' rock right now


If your business ain't right, don′t step to me
And if it is, get at Super, but Illmind sold separately
I don′t carry a briefcase, but I handle B.I. 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 wanna guess the lyrics
Some'll have to double my price
Now we both hungry as hell and both scrapin′ our plates
But like Outback, I got a reputation at stake
And I doubt 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, sayin' 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 'til your eardrums pop
Yes, ′til somebody call the cops on my 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 ′til your eardrums pop
Yes, let it bang in your boombox


Yo, now I respect a few rappers, but I know there's no equal
My flow is so lethal, it gags and chokes people
But the legend, no has-been, the best get floored
Stomp you, your producer, and whoever press record
I′m dead serious, so I fiend for legendary status
It seems, there's only aim to be better than average
And that′s pathetic itself, get a medical help
'Cause every other bar I spit, I try to better myself
I said it myself, to gain fame, man, I would love it
But I ain′t tryin' to water down my sound and go Banana Republic
That's real, cats feel that I′m underrated
But the day I shine, them fools be the first ones to hate it
I can′t please every fan or every different listener
So I just do whatever got me up to this position
I'm not crunk, I′m not Backpack or Abstract
I'm hip-hop in its purest form, playa, 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 'til your eardrums pop
Yes, ′til somebody call the cops on my 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 'til your eardrums pop
Yes, let it 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, Superstition, anything that I say is
Breathtakin', label me the franchise playa
Not a punchline rapper, that was back then, I know the rules
New and improved, still blessin′ you with quotables, now
But y'all don′t get it, homie
These underground cats ain'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 tearjerker
I'm never nervous, I'm a veteran with flows
In performances, but everything is evident at shows
Ask Seven, man, he knows how we turn a crowd out
Outshine the headliners and silence the loudmouths
Let the music drown their mouths, 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 'til your eardrums pop
Yes, ′til somebody call the cops on my 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 'til your eardrums pop
Yes, let it bang in your boombox

So turn it up, yo
Now everybody just turn it up
All my people in the world just turn it up
The whole Carolina just turn it up
Now all my real DJs just turn it up
Yeah, come on, let′s turn it up
Superstition, Illmind
The Deadline