This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Chamillitary S U C mix hol up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
Chamillitary S U C mix hol up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady leaning over that grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down for me real slow
Making a good feeling grinning
Gripping the wood wheeling
Candy do's glassy 4's
Sitting up under the hood bending
You know how we live it
Swangas under the hood spinning
You could look at my five fingers
See it's nothing but wood in em
Man got to do it when I do it I do it big
Them haters getting pissed
Chamillitary and Screwed Up Click
Head out to the crib
Stick ya fingers in the fridge
Them haters getting pissed
Chamillitary and Screwed Up Click
Head out to the crib
Stick ya fingers in the fridge
Haters getting pissed
Chamillitary and Screwed Up Click
Head out to the crib
Stick ya fingers in the fridge
Something cold to get ya throwed
Go on fill it up to the lid
The multi-colored bling raises up my self-esteem
Got me feeling like the only thing
Hot as myself is steam
Don't mean to cause a scene
But almost every time I'm seen
Looking like another scene
Out of Johnny the Jeweler's dreams
Out that Houston Texas
Where we bigger but we badder
I'm a Southern nigga
You could see it in my swagger
I could go commercial
But I won't cause I would rather
Keep heat and keep it street
Sound of Revenge I'm ma get at ya boy
I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady leaning over that grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down for me real slow
I'm ma show you boys
How to work a wood wheel
First thing game face on hand on a steel
You gotta be ready in the land of the trill
Cause if them jackers catch ya slipping,
lil' man it's for real
I'm ma show you boys
How to work a wood wheel
First thing game face on hand on a steel
You gotta be ready in the land of the trill
Cause if them jackers catch ya slipping
lil' man it's for real
Second thing dog
When your hands on the grain
It never hurts to have a lil ice in your ring
Unless the boppers know
That you got a lil' change
So they gotta come correct
Cause you're not the one for games
Third thang dog man your trunk gotta knock
So they hear ya ten seconds
When you come around the block
If you wanna square it off
Stop and drop the top
Chunk up the deuce then let your trunk pop
And when your trunk pop
Man that bitch gotta glow
Pay attention dog I'm a break em off pro
Ya tuned into the sounds of that boy Lil' O
Da Fat Rat Wit' Da Cheeze in the H
This how it go nigga
I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady leaning over that grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down for me real slow
Let's get it crunk let's make it jump
H-A-Dub on keep it pump
Smoke a blunt pop a trunk
I'm ma teach you boys how to stunt
H-Town's my stomping ground
A legend from the underground
You heard the buzz in your town
A new king has been crowned
Turn it up a lil' bit
Cause this jam is the shit
This is the remix
And H A W K was the perfect fit
Now this is a smash hit
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
H-Town's my stomping ground
A legend from the underground
You heard the buzz in your town
A new king has been crowned
Turn it up a lil' bit
Cause this jam is the shit
This is the remix
And H A W K was the perfect fit
Now this is a smash hit
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
In H-Town we do it up
Chop it up and Screw it up
Purple weed and purple stuff
Now everybody doing us
Here's the deal grab the wheel
At stop signs we don't yield
Swang left then swang right
Don't let your damn drank spill
In H-Town we do it up
Chop it up and Screw it up
Purple weed and purple stuff
Now everybody doing us
Here's the deal grab the wheel
At stop signs we don't yield
Swang left then swang right
Don't let your damn drank spill
The real deal ain't no bluff
Am I the baddest sho nuff
Now turn that damn music up
And make sho it's slowed up
Screwed up or Slowed down
We representing H-Town
And if you ain't from around
This how it go down
Yeah E S G now the king is back
Chamillionaire next up to bat
Get up in the cats we'll snatch your tracks
Sit Lacs blue and the Porsche is black down here
Our music slowed don't prefer no 6-4's
Than a '66 Lincoln with the suicide do's
Trunk glow sitting low like my last name was Kennedy
Sound scan man sold a million independently
O G like I'm Eazy hot boy like Weezy
O G like I'm Eazy hot boy like Weezy
O G like I'm Eazy hot boy like Weezy
Got the hood saying yeah like I'm Young Jeezy
Sipping on drank my bed is swollen
Hotel suites with Kelly Rowland
Texas Louisiana Georgia drop top Cheve's rolling
Wanna be a Baller I wrote that
Screw microphone I broke that
Get out of line I'll send your ass where the Pope at
Bentley Coupe-a me and Koopa
Tipping by them state troopers
Round here boys disappear like it was a roofer
Land of the trill got me grill grilling woman
Every summer dropping bombs
Like we was out in London yeah
I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady leaning over that grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down for me real slow
Respect the originator
Rest in Peace DJ Screw
Stay down and stay thoed and stay true
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
Chamillitary S U C mix hol up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady leaning over that grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down for me real slow
Making a good feeling grinning
Gripping the wood wheeling
Candy do's glassy 4's
Sitting up under the hood bending
You know how we live it
Swangas under the hood spinning
You could look at my five fingers
See it's nothing but wood in em
Man got to do it when I do it I do it big
Them haters getting pissed
Chamillitary and Screwed Up Click
Head out to the crib
Stick ya fingers in the fridge
Them haters getting pissed
Chamillitary and Screwed Up Click
Head out to the crib
Stick ya fingers in the fridge
Haters getting pissed
Chamillitary and Screwed Up Click
Head out to the crib
Stick ya fingers in the fridge
Something cold to get ya throwed
Go on fill it up to the lid
The multi-colored bling raises up my self-esteem
Got me feeling like the only thing
Hot as myself is steam
Don't mean to cause a scene
But almost every time I'm seen
Looking like another scene
Out of Johnny the Jeweler's dreams
Out that Houston Texas
Where we bigger but we badder
I'm a Southern nigga
You could see it in my swagger
I could go commercial
But I won't cause I would rather
Keep heat and keep it street
Sound of Revenge I'm ma get at ya boy
I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady leaning over that grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down for me real slow
I'm ma show you boys
How to work a wood wheel
First thing game face on hand on a steel
You gotta be ready in the land of the trill
Cause if them jackers catch ya slipping,
lil' man it's for real
I'm ma show you boys
How to work a wood wheel
First thing game face on hand on a steel
You gotta be ready in the land of the trill
Cause if them jackers catch ya slipping
lil' man it's for real
Second thing dog
When your hands on the grain
It never hurts to have a lil ice in your ring
Unless the boppers know
That you got a lil' change
So they gotta come correct
Cause you're not the one for games
Third thang dog man your trunk gotta knock
So they hear ya ten seconds
When you come around the block
If you wanna square it off
Stop and drop the top
Chunk up the deuce then let your trunk pop
And when your trunk pop
Man that bitch gotta glow
Pay attention dog I'm a break em off pro
Ya tuned into the sounds of that boy Lil' O
Da Fat Rat Wit' Da Cheeze in the H
This how it go nigga
I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady leaning over that grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down for me real slow
Let's get it crunk let's make it jump
H-A-Dub on keep it pump
Smoke a blunt pop a trunk
I'm ma teach you boys how to stunt
H-Town's my stomping ground
A legend from the underground
You heard the buzz in your town
A new king has been crowned
Turn it up a lil' bit
Cause this jam is the shit
This is the remix
And H A W K was the perfect fit
Now this is a smash hit
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
H-Town's my stomping ground
A legend from the underground
You heard the buzz in your town
A new king has been crowned
Turn it up a lil' bit
Cause this jam is the shit
This is the remix
And H A W K was the perfect fit
Now this is a smash hit
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
In H-Town we do it up
Chop it up and Screw it up
Purple weed and purple stuff
Now everybody doing us
Here's the deal grab the wheel
At stop signs we don't yield
Swang left then swang right
Don't let your damn drank spill
In H-Town we do it up
Chop it up and Screw it up
Purple weed and purple stuff
Now everybody doing us
Here's the deal grab the wheel
At stop signs we don't yield
Swang left then swang right
Don't let your damn drank spill
The real deal ain't no bluff
Am I the baddest sho nuff
Now turn that damn music up
And make sho it's slowed up
Screwed up or Slowed down
We representing H-Town
And if you ain't from around
This how it go down
Yeah E S G now the king is back
Chamillionaire next up to bat
Get up in the cats we'll snatch your tracks
Sit Lacs blue and the Porsche is black down here
Our music slowed don't prefer no 6-4's
Than a '66 Lincoln with the suicide do's
Trunk glow sitting low like my last name was Kennedy
Sound scan man sold a million independently
O G like I'm Eazy hot boy like Weezy
O G like I'm Eazy hot boy like Weezy
O G like I'm Eazy hot boy like Weezy
Got the hood saying yeah like I'm Young Jeezy
Sipping on drank my bed is swollen
Hotel suites with Kelly Rowland
Texas Louisiana Georgia drop top Cheve's rolling
Wanna be a Baller I wrote that
Screw microphone I broke that
Get out of line I'll send your ass where the Pope at
Bentley Coupe-a me and Koopa
Tipping by them state troopers
Round here boys disappear like it was a roofer
Land of the trill got me grill grilling woman
Every summer dropping bombs
Like we was out in London yeah
I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady leaning over that grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down for me real slow
Respect the originator
Rest in Peace DJ Screw
Stay down and stay thoed and stay true
Lyrics submitted by devastator
Turn It Up [Remix] Lyrics as written by Wesley Weston Hakeem T. Seriki
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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