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Ready?
Yeah, uh-huh
Takes lyrical fitness to do this
Can't send a boy to do a man's job
Y'know what I'm sayin, what it is
It's the black out It's the black
Mouth with the south side
Floss over mouth wide
Barbados Converse
Show far cover eyes
Hot like summer life
Ladies say "lover guy"
"Better yet loverman"
So, so Chava-like
Spit flames, yeah they so lava-like
Hot like Cajun
Bi-racial, half black, half amazin'
Bitches stay honorin'
Niggas stay followin'
Y'all be acknwoledgin'
Y'all come short-Napoleon complex
I'm complex with concepts that bomb heads
Onstage, with hands up like bomb threats
Make niggas straight go nuts like 'Nam vets
Do it on the smooth when I catch up on these groo-groo-grooves
Then i catch like a Dodger
Fake it like a father
Niggas wanna battle, why bother?
They would shoot off like a revolver
Cause it's the blackout
It's the blackoutAin't no joke on the mic
The lyrical I be kickin' the physical for my hittin' centrifugal force spittin'
Go ill, the place where my home sittin'
Don't stay driftin' and makin' a buck griftin'
Nice 'round mics, like I was Scott Pippen
Poof, air it out like Mark and Mar Griffin
Talk so thick an' never a mind slippin'
Fresh off tour, so yes, I stay trippin'
Verbal stay filppin' like Mary Lou Retton
Cripple paper made like it was a concealed weapon
Definition-don't, no question
Flexin'
Gold's Gym style when I catch on a crew
Cool, calm, collected, did I mention I was cool?
Cool, calm, collected, did I mention I was cool?
Cool, calm, collected, did I mention I was cool?
Cool, cool...
And It's the blackout
It's the blackout
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