Turn It Up to the Red by Secondson Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You know how the fuck we do
With this dusty loop
Work fingers to the bone and only just recoup
Spaced out like a crusty group
Woodstocking it
Woodblock, chopping these trees in the metropolis
Popped out the orifice
Lost the birth
But gave me soda-pop props, so I lost my thirst
Started stepping on stage and…wait, ye-
Almost forgot my verse
But haven’t got the nerve
To turn back now
I’ll turn the city to a blackout
Flag down the plane, if you know what I’m saying
Fully grown so you know I ain't playing
I’m play acting
Fucking with your head for the sheer satisfaction
Flavour in your ear with this here
This year; spit clear with the crystal tone
Be the first off the mark when the pistol's blown
Though the critics through sticks and stones, t don’t faze me
[Chorus]
So turn it up to the red
'Scuse me I’m blinded, musta been something I said
That had you rubbing your head
Scratching your brow
So are you catching me now?
Yeah, turn it up to the red
Excuse me I’m blunted, must have been something I said
That had you rubbing your head
Scratching your dome
Smoking the Philosopher’s Stone
[Verse 2]
See me meditating on a chronic tree
Listening to Polyphonic Spree
Elevated off the broccoli
Peace to JOC, Secondson
Old school like a 303, we flip drums (Parker!)
Rip cuts
Humurak D Gritty, you know we grip funds
J-Star bringing out the big guns
Like Columbine high school
Here to take back the title
Make ya wind back the vinyl
And any blasphemers get smacked with a bible
Beat to the ground with a copy of the quran
As if it’s doing you more good than harm
The human race debased
It's basically free-basing
On an intergalactic spaceship
With the brain sick
Is the easiest way to explain this life and its strangeness
I blaze spliffs with God
Take sips with Diablo
And consider the odds
Sympathy for the Devil, the rolling stone
I turn public transport into a mobile home
Many mogul with mobile phone radiation
Sky high on that high grade aviation
Another vacation in the ditch
Wishing I was rich
But till then, this is for the kids
[Chorus]
So turn it up to the red
'Scuse me I’m blinded, musta been something I said
That had you rubbing your head
Scratching your brow
So are you catching me now?
Yeah, turn it up to the red
Excuse me I’m blunted, must have been something I said
That had you rubbing your head
Scratching your dome
Smoking the Philosopher’s Stone
[Verse 3]
It’s the unstoppable
I overcome any obstacle
Pen a chronicle
Bring the house down on top of you
Tear the roof off the building
Evacuate the men
Then I’ll rescue the women and children
Skilled in the way of the warrior
Your plan’s full of holes like a colander
Take the dead weight to the coroner
Way down the corridor
Polymorphic, twist spliffs in your college dorm
Or estate staircase in a desolate place
In the middle of a wide open space
Straight out the Valley Of The Crows
With the scent of the soap bar filling your nose
[Chorus, with scratches]
So turn it up to the red
'Scuse me I’m blinded, musta been something I said
That had you rubbing your head
Scratching your brow
So are you catching me now?
Yeah, turn it up to the red
'Scuse me I’m blunted, must have been something I said
That had you rubbing your head
Scratching your dome
Smoking the Philosopher’s Stone
''Turn it up, turn it up''
You know how the fuck we do
With this dusty loop
Work fingers to the bone and only just recoup
Spaced out like a crusty group
Woodstocking it
Woodblock, chopping these trees in the metropolis
Popped out the orifice
Lost the birth
But gave me soda-pop props, so I lost my thirst
Started stepping on stage and…wait, ye-
Almost forgot my verse
But haven’t got the nerve
To turn back now
I’ll turn the city to a blackout
Flag down the plane, if you know what I’m saying
Fully grown so you know I ain't playing
I’m play acting
Fucking with your head for the sheer satisfaction
Flavour in your ear with this here
This year; spit clear with the crystal tone
Be the first off the mark when the pistol's blown
Though the critics through sticks and stones, t don’t faze me
[Chorus]
So turn it up to the red
'Scuse me I’m blinded, musta been something I said
That had you rubbing your head
Scratching your brow
So are you catching me now?
Yeah, turn it up to the red
Excuse me I’m blunted, must have been something I said
That had you rubbing your head
Scratching your dome
Smoking the Philosopher’s Stone
[Verse 2]
See me meditating on a chronic tree
Listening to Polyphonic Spree
Elevated off the broccoli
Peace to JOC, Secondson
Old school like a 303, we flip drums (Parker!)
Rip cuts
Humurak D Gritty, you know we grip funds
J-Star bringing out the big guns
Like Columbine high school
Here to take back the title
Make ya wind back the vinyl
And any blasphemers get smacked with a bible
Beat to the ground with a copy of the quran
As if it’s doing you more good than harm
The human race debased
It's basically free-basing
On an intergalactic spaceship
With the brain sick
Is the easiest way to explain this life and its strangeness
I blaze spliffs with God
Take sips with Diablo
And consider the odds
Sympathy for the Devil, the rolling stone
I turn public transport into a mobile home
Many mogul with mobile phone radiation
Sky high on that high grade aviation
Another vacation in the ditch
Wishing I was rich
But till then, this is for the kids
[Chorus]
So turn it up to the red
'Scuse me I’m blinded, musta been something I said
That had you rubbing your head
Scratching your brow
So are you catching me now?
Yeah, turn it up to the red
Excuse me I’m blunted, must have been something I said
That had you rubbing your head
Scratching your dome
Smoking the Philosopher’s Stone
[Verse 3]
It’s the unstoppable
I overcome any obstacle
Pen a chronicle
Bring the house down on top of you
Tear the roof off the building
Evacuate the men
Then I’ll rescue the women and children
Skilled in the way of the warrior
Your plan’s full of holes like a colander
Take the dead weight to the coroner
Way down the corridor
Polymorphic, twist spliffs in your college dorm
Or estate staircase in a desolate place
In the middle of a wide open space
Straight out the Valley Of The Crows
With the scent of the soap bar filling your nose
[Chorus, with scratches]
So turn it up to the red
'Scuse me I’m blinded, musta been something I said
That had you rubbing your head
Scratching your brow
So are you catching me now?
Yeah, turn it up to the red
'Scuse me I’m blunted, must have been something I said
That had you rubbing your head
Scratching your dome
Smoking the Philosopher’s Stone
''Turn it up, turn it up''