Louder Mowse

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 niggas 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 passion
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 passion, 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 killing beats is what I be on
What I condone
Got the headphones, I put the white ones on