Testin', testin', testin'   You can hear me, what what what?   Testin', testin', testin'   You can hear me, what what what?   Mic, check , check, check check   You can hear me?   I'm loud enough?   Mic mic, microphone, check, check   Can you hear me?      Yikes, you know what I like?   I keep it hype, the words that I write   I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic   I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might      Yikes, you know what I like?   I keep it hype, the words that I write   I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic   I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might      People say that nigga crazy, I'm throwin' off, I raise my voice up then, go off   The king of different, Titan of screamin' chantin' louder than   A hundred people clappin' keep them fuckin' speakers crackin'   Rockin' it, about to roll the sticker on the tag can't make it ragged   Vocals that'll blow horns 'til your ass in traction   Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket   Bling bling comin' through, not excuse me   I'm the nigga that's makin' this loud ass music      Yikes, you know what I like?   I keep it hype, the words that I write   I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic   I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might      Yikes, You know what I like?   I keep it hype, the words that I write   I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic   I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might      The doctor slapped my ass, so I've been hollerin' since an infant   Gotta make sure they hear me 'cause I wants my attention   Disturb the class, so I stayed in detention   Couldn't whisper when I was talkin' so they sent me to the office   The principal say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?"   Said, "I try to be quiet but I just can't seem to lower the volume"   "Hmm, what's your name?" "Michael Tyler"   "Perhaps you'd be interested in joining our school choir?"      Said, "Nah, that's for funny boys"   "Either that or a suspension," While you roll, here I come boy   I wanna holla, but I gotta try   Doe ray mi fah soh! Ahh no!   That ain't gonna cut it, that ain't gonna get it   Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try something mathematic"   But I'm too clumsy so I went to the band   But I made more noise honkin' than I did when I was playin'      Yikes! That ain't workin' so I'm leavin'   The very next day I was in R O T C   Had no problems soundin' off like I had a pair, three four   But I just ain't like them tight ass green pants that I had to wear   All this time inside, made me tired, on top of that   One of my teachers wanna see my ass outside   I went downstairs to the yard   When I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads      I said, "You lookin' for me? I'm the one who be talkin' loud"   She said, "Damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin' squad"   Hell no, never ever Trevor   Either that or a report card filled with the F letter   Go, team, fight, win   Nah this shit ain't cool, fuck these teachers and this school   I gotta loud mouth but I don't know what to use it for   'Til they told me that they was gon' put me in the talent show      Yikes, you know what I like?   I keep it hype, the words that I write   I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic   I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might      Yikes, you know what I like?   I keep it hype, the words that I write   I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic   I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might      Yikes   Yikes   Yikes   ...