Turn Around - AllttA, 20 SYL, Mr. J. Medeiros

Yeah, well it’s that rapper y’all ain’t heard about

Lacking the word of mouth

It happens when you leave jaws slacked in a murdered crowd

Turn 'em out, how I serve 'em crack in absurd amounts

If raps were dope, well (That's what that verse about)

Ain’t a better version out?

Work it out, can’t a person doubt

I’m a painter and a surgeon when they’ve heard me out

In they suburban house, or trailer in the dirty south

Himalaya range with a hymn for any age

Ain’t a bird this loud, on an earth this round

I’ll out shout a bald eagle from the surface ground

I’m loud

Sure as a hound ain’t a word to be found with nonsense

Competence ain’t a worry

I’m bound when the curtain is down

Shoot, aim, can’t burden me now

Got a name you can’t change with a personal noun

Serving it proud got you cursing my style

And I ain’t ever shot a man in the back, turn around

Turn around

Never shot a man

Never, never shot a man

Never shot a man

Never shot a, shot a man

Never shot a man

Never, never shot a man

Never shot a man

Never shot a, shot a man