Lightts Outts

[Verse 1] I been in it Even even before earth And more minutes They[?] stall for 4 innings And in the middle of the medium it's an immediate And if it's meaty enough they're sinkin' their teeth in it How can you understand the man is from another time In understanding levitating's never underlined How can you possibly expect something you never hope[?] for And when times got sharp they did the coke for Crackheads, full swing your pendulum Keep these wack motherfuckers' creativity at a minimum Respect? None Injecting death into them And powerful enough to blow breath back into them For more torment, left more bars with[?] the more force[?] man And piss on your poor sore shit I wanna kill each and every one of you and make you mad at me Strip your skin at your wake and expose your whole anatomy, oh These wack emcees are receiving open heart surgery Empty your cavities[?] best actor portraying tragedy I'm higher than most Keep your eye on the post Analyze your materials and swallow you, coast You happy-go-lucky niggas, you move too much I got your state[?] mastered You inconsiderate bastards I'm keepin' the shit bright like a thousand road hazards And when it comes to the dough, you know I'm throwin' manners[?] That mean I'm gettin' the green, and hope your show shatters The flow splashier, classier than a few years back Man smack the fuck out of you shit Processed, dropped, wrapped, shipped, copped, speakers pop [Hook] Telecommunication is down and it's cold with no Lights (that's right) Wake up the radiation no rhythm, no soul, see Fuck it, it's all fine by me, disease passin' through your area codes Telecommunication and it's down with no Lights (that's right) Wake up the radiation no rhythm, no soul, see Fuck it, it's all fine by me, patchin' through your area codes (Lights, lights, lights, camera, action) [Verse 2] When emcees describe me put a emphasis on conceited The intricate orthopedic lieutenant's awkwardly splendid Watering collossally Slaughtering g-lossary Swallowing false emcees although they give me indigestion (ahem) Click, pen's erected Beginning its climatical adventure on a paper trail that often seems to dead-end But then quickly picks up where it left off On the opposite side of the page one line lower Then commences to engage In a blue or black ejaculation binge Transmitted from complex thought patterns Traveling from one of my brains Down the left piston out the transmission and blows the tip off of the ink-filled syringe That's why my language is deranged You screwed-up bum, like chewed-up gum your style's flavorless Quit rap, you'll be doin' yourself a big favor, bitch My mansion's in the basement Camu knows if the bass hits I lace it so graciously You don't wanna face the super entity The realm I was in entered me Now everything revolves around me My sound rings throughout your surroundings Pounding through your building Downin' you like Ritalin You're lookin' for a mic to grab we keep 'em out of reach of children Little one Lights out, lights out [Hook x3]