Pharoahe Monch - Black Out lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] Yo, Ayo, these duffle bag n***as is lame hoes, I flame those Your papa should have left you as stain on clothes I rock heavy metal, eighteen carats or better Blue Steel or Beretta, I'mma stack that feta Guacamole, my sh** is fat, I call it Roly Poly n***as is screamin' like, Damn Ghost holy moly The baddest b**h is walkin' two steps behind me Cause the god's robes flaring out, sh** I don't care about One false move on the kid, I'm airing out Dumpin', pellets be hop skip an' a jumpin' With the automatic shotgun, hand on the pumpin' Dum, dum, watch your whole body flop And wild the f** out, I'm like a bull in the china shop Beasty, I can walk on cut gla**, I bust a** n***as better cover they face or get slashed Or see me an' ya granny in the yard gettin' trashed [Hook: M.O.P.] Ayo back out, give em the whole thing, Black out Squeeze until it spring break n***a, Black out You run out of bullets then swing n***a, Black out Don't give a f** about a thing n***a, Black out [Verse 2: M.O.P.] [Lil Fame] I chant warrior songs for all my warriors gone Spit the blood, sweat, and tears, y'all just call it a song Yes I'm highly explosive, Yes I'm something ferocious n***as f**in' with my nerves like multiple sclerosis Watch out, you'll get your food ate Give em a buck and a half across the face and scrape the plate I lift your motherf**in hood up like a mechanic And leave you layin for life in your hammock, god dammit This is marksmen [Billy Danze] My n***as is prone to black out Double-handed out the Chevrolet until it max out Mo Ps is Gs, these n***as tap out Buck-a-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck, push your back out If you don't know what that's bout, pack up and stab out Make a decision or deal with conditions when I spaz out Unload, reload, unload, reload Hand 'em a couple more, and keep a couple for the road [Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch] Pull out the ratchet, this is not rappity rap sh** It's, liver then Super Fly saliva when the MAC spit That, raat, tip-tip-tip-tip-tip tap sh** That you cannot stick to landing like Gabby Douglas when you backflip My Hammer Dance'll make y'all n***as do The Running Man '77 blackout, Berkowitz, Son of Sam Understand what you working with is WordPerfect The earth surface is most prolific circuit breaker break your circuits Enter your information, we blacks out Spontaneous combustion, instantaneous gentrification Pop your melon like Gallagher, you won't survive Psychopath with a silencer, my caliber is forty five Tumultuous tragedy, infamous, infamy These egregious statistics will increase exponentially Potentially, my brain is probably twisted This auto shotty lifted your body and dropped it like a molly Kid sh**