Keep It Hype (Clean Version)

Keep It Hype (Clean Version)

Mystikal

Testin testin testin

You can hear me what what what?

MIC check one check check check

You can hear me? YO!

I'm loud enough? Yo!

Mic mic micraphone check check

Yo can you hear me?

Yo!

Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ variations throughout)

YIKES!!! You know what I like? (What?)

I keep it hype the words that I write (Oh)

I rock the whole crowd I don't need a mic (Huh?)

I say my rhyme LOUD with all of my might

Verse One:

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 (GO) 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

Chorus

Verse Two:

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 want to holla, but I gotta try: *clears throat*

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 ath-letic"

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 ROTC

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 ? made me tired, on top of that

one of my teachers want to 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

Got a 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

Chorus

* lots of repetitions of YIKES!!! why-why-why-YIKES!!! *

Written by TYLER, MICHAEL / POOLE, RAYMOND
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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