Don't Turn It Off (from MULTIPLICATION the Mixtape)
[Chorus]
My thoughts on the paper sheet Mix it with the beat Roll & apply the heat Hit it once - you got the hit
Don’t turn this shit off I’m saying please, don’t turn this shit off
[Verse 1]
Yeah, another piece of my mind Spilled out, piece of paper torn apart Please, don’t turn it off I still have things to say But I don’t know how, my brain sets traps Like it tries to stop --- me In Russia there are names Belief, Hope and Love Hope is the last one to die because she is so young That’s why I keep dreaming of greatness Don’t wanna be a hip-hop waitress Fuck respect, I just need a raise in it The raisin in my bread is the fact That I rap in foreign language and Though I don’t consider it excellent It’s pretty awesome sometimes, nobody proved it ain’t Every rapper must have a bad habit Mine is writing puns dumber than a toy frog Kermit Whoa-whoa-whoa, don’t turn it off Yeah hip-hop’s so grown up but we got baby aboard It sounds wrong, but stupid acts attract the folk Guys like Soulja Boy used to have all they want I envy them but no way I’ll follow them all I’m on my own, bringing no more pain than a revolver --- door The year is 2010, today’s july 4th I’m full of ambitions, I might explode, fireworks
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Holy macaroni, Jeff Dee, I’m on it One guy misheard me for Jay-Z, but I’m not him But of course I’m pleased with this Though the fact that my name sounds the same Is complete bullshit Accurate timing is what makes rap perfect I’m not completely rapper, screw the Swiss watching It took me 2 years to learn to punch lines But there’re still lots of combo breakers I’m the killing instinct street fight-er Damn, this was one of them I keep training my tongue to make it thoroughbred Whew, my breath is out, just gimme a sec You didn’t switch the track – that’s swell, well It all comes to an end Listen to the chorus and I’m off to the next --- one Wait-wait, just a couple of lines to make verses equal I wanna thank everyone who listened this song this far