Lights Out

Lyrics

[Intro: Passionate MC] Oh my, oh my You see, we gotta hop in the game and show 'em We can do what they do but a little bit better You know what I mean? What up Hop [Verse 1: Passionate MC] I just got up off the phone with my nigga Hopsin He was like: "How long 'til you think it's droppin'?" What's droppin'? You talkin' 'bout my album bih? And that pushed me to the edge of the balcony Dove in it, rose winnin', no sippin' with the toes drippin' I was flow switchin' with the gold shiverin' 'Cause his whole vision was to go get it With the pages to write, aim 'til it dry Made a new rhyme, laid it on the mic I continue the game until it was high Even further than the fame and the lights Stop boy, I'ma show you what I got boy All my niggas rockin', we gon' get it poppin' On the day this album drop boy Everybody gonna play you right I remember when I hate the light, take advice Everything you gotta sacrifice and put that work in every day and night Timin' on the clock, timin' on the clock See the grindin' never stop, grindin' never stop Woah hey watch me thinkin' up the plot Hey finger lickin' with the pot, hey trigger finger with the shot Hey hit it for the go with a little bit of pain when they get it through the smoke Give it up the pain in the middle of the show 'cause he never been afraid livin with it exposed Gotta make a name stick it in my own lane While they get the propane gotta better let it explode Then I can get in my zone, lettin' my enemies know, I'm in control Oh no, he didn't flip, holy moly with the script That's so Meek, get the sweep, fuck a Rollie on a wrist I work solely on this shit, overdose 'em with the scripts Grip the P, rest in peace, no emotion with the hits Boy, boy, boy, no emotion with the hits boy [Hopsin] Yeah Yeah Yeah Ya [Verse 2: Hopsin] Yo Passionate gimme the track I'm smashing it I'm backing this you can't forget Then I'm handing motherfuckers they ass again And you know I'm only repping Los Angeles We savages, and we ain't to play with Y'all done dug a new grave to lay in I played your mixtape, it ain't amazin' I saved the game, my new cape just came in It's safe to say that my swag is on god Why you motherfuckers always actin' so soft? Where your bitch at? I snatch her clothes off Then smash the ho raw then after doze off (sorry, sorry) She just a rebound, I lost my mind and it's nowhere to be found Fuckin' with me then you will catch a beat down You better keep 911 on the speed dial I been on dumb shit, mentally dysfunction From being locked in the dungeon, don't make assumptions When a nigga on stage, I can make 'em get down like lunges Yes it's true, solo I don't rep a crew, niggas like, "Who the heck are you?" I dropped in from a spaceship and wrecked the roof Hold up nigga, you tryna step to who? We don't wanna get into a weirdo nigga who don't got a brain all I do is cause misery I don't know what happened to your career, it's weird, it disappeared, it's an unsolved mystery I can do this all day bro, I'm a volcano, you should all lay low Niggas claim they a boss on a small payroll Man I pull up to the scene and take all they hoes [Verse 3: The Boy Illinois] Runnin' up a check like an incline Double cup, mix the ether with the enzymes No handouts, had to hand to hand mine No cell, gotta hit me with the landline I'm from the crip though, that's east side (yup) Got white color crime on my visa (yup) Got the emblem lookin' like a peace sign (peace) Slow kills murder on the street side Lakeshore, no sea side, left-handed if I ever needed drive On average, I get it in the meantime From the median and but I never seen sides Get 'em to mo to the team shine Just try to do it all season, 'cause I'm seasoned Got most of my game from the pimps and the preachers Sippin' Perrier and I stay lazy but I'm never tired like Kevin Gates With a nation, on seven trey, I pray to Allah like everyday 'Cause a nigga lie like everyday, at the same time he speakin' of the place 3 piece suit with the Mary K and he got it kicked back like Mary J