Curren$y - Louder lyrics

Hook: Turn it up, turn it up Louder (Louder!) Turn it up, turn it up Louder (Louder!) Turn it up, turn it up Louder (Louder!) Turn it up, Turn it up [Verse 1: Mowse] I'm an artist, the microphone is just an empty canvas So I paint the perfect picture so n***as could understand it I'm rapping till I vanish I gotta reprimand These fools producing music, used it, abused it, and took for granted I can't stand it when they treat it like it's a trend As a youngin' I was rockin' them stages since I was ten Had an early fascination with puttin' paper to pen Or pen to a piece of paper, which ever way that you phrase it The hobby grew to a pa**ion Every time I leave it pulls me back just like a magnet Negative and positives is coming with the attraction One hand I embrace the pa**ion, but a distraction When I got priorities, and these beats get blasted Easily get trapped in Involuntarily rapping Lost in a world of music, with the headphones on I'm back in Or right at home Spotlight the lights is on, writing songs To enlighten, known for locking flows just like Rikers Cuz' I like to zone Lyrically kicking, and spitting these writtens on microphones Recitin' poems So sharp could slice the bone So leave the mic alone Ain't talkin' catching bodies, but k**ing beats is what I be on What I condone Got the headphones, I put the white ones on [Hook:] [Verse 2: Mowse] Yo make it louder just to drown out the madness I think I had it (Here we go) Damn he, going off like Randy cause I'm a savage Don't confuse me with these other new n***as I'm far from average k**ing records with no effort, my n***a just be embarra**ed Raise you out your seat, believe I reeks havoc Whenever I'm on beats proceed to see magic I'm a G at this Ain't for the theatrics Only time a n***a really feel "free" is when I'm rapping Cause' my mind starts racing, then I bop my head and get the mumblin' To the public I'm looking crazy, you know they judging him You on the outside looking in I'm writing bars without a pen Look within You'll see the creativity then make amends Golden child that stood out and graduated from basic trends Royalty is in me that would make a prince, take offense Ladies gents Proceed to your seats cause' this the main event Dollars making sense, but currency is only paper thin And I feel that, real rap is only 8 percent That's me and my team when we make it in Moral of the story lets embrace the end Relax, one love bump the track, homie take it in, and [Hook:]