Lights Out (feat. Kryple, Omac, DTG, Defekt, Junk, Mysc, Evil Ebenezer, Dekstah & Merkules)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:39 duration
๐ ID: 27503445
๐ Lyrics
Yeah, I got some friends with me
Australia to Canada
Maple Vegemite, baby
West to east, north to south (let's go)
You better watch what you're talkin' 'bout (yeah)
Rest in peace if you're in doubt
It's lights out when we say so
More importantly, warn the warden the water's back
We form a pack and we waterboard the supporting act
We storm the flat of a dormant dorm while some morbid Mormons
Walkin' door to door with some chloroform for a naughty nap
I oughta grab a horde of mortars and launch attacks
This ain't a track, it's the taunted thoughts that my trauma's trapped
A torture pad full of war assortments and sport endorsements
Swords and saucepans, corpses cornered with Warner plaques
Oh shit, I bet that they flexin' extra hard
And you dress the part of a 12 old with a credit card
I set the bar like I'm next to spar with the best so far
Y'all more out of place than expensive cars in a wrecker's yard
Y'all gon' think I switched the settings how I changed the game
Guess I'm gluten-free 'cause I'm always goin' against the grain
And it goes beyond sayin' that they say my name
Y'all gon' pay to play, I get paid to play, so we ain't the same
Westbridge green as Christmas trees, but knew I had this gift in me
Like Happy Meals from Mickey D's, a toy, but I was pickle-free
From feelin' like the Philippines to feelin' like the Middle East
I no longer have inner peace or get ahead like guillotines
Godzilla once had hit the streets, haters, they would pray we fell
You'd think my son's Saddam Hussein 'cause I was raisin' hell
While I'd shake the world, disgraces tried to take my belt
They make me laugh when they grab the mic like Dave Chappelle
I'm one of the best, there ain't no doubtin' mine, at least no doubt in mind
You're out of line like kids' colourin' books if you doubt that I'm
Not about to fly out this fuckin' world like a Falcon 9
Y'all are tap water, I'm alkaline with an ounce of lime
A bit bitter, I'll son these rappers like Chris Rivers
Sent your big sister a dick picture and her lips quivered
I'm known to get under your skin like a thick sliver
Bitch, make me a sandwich with salt, vinegar, chips in her
It's very scary when I write my raps, they're legendary
Better prep the cemeteries when I send 'em dead and buried
I'm a sinner in the residence of seven deadly
Takin' more bodies than this epidemic, evidently
They claim they're hard and say they're real, they're tryna make their mark
But half of y'all wouldn't play basketball to take a charge
I'm razor-sharp, I'm a ninja with serrated scars
And my brain is smart, I could cut you with a blade of grass
I'm one of the illest like ever, unfuckable buildin'
I enter you suckers are feelin' the pressure
I'm comin' to get it like what are you gettin'?
The money, the chicken, the cheddar, whatever they callin' it now
Just fill up the duffel with dollar amounts
An MC, I hustled in all of my town
I did it, I done it, I've gotten it down to a pristine science
So, realize you're king of the freestylers
Y'all act too much, I really make a scene
I'm a screenwriter, a beast in the street cypher
Lights out if there's beef, I'm unleashin' this meat grinder, peace
It's the foul shambolic alcoholic shrouded in a cloud of chronic
Drownin' in that powder tonic, nobody knows just how to stop it
But my style is down and polished, this is for the doubters
With a mouth of bollocks, it's in my genes to be out of pocket
I'm comin' up on the D-low, so I gotta be incognito
It's gettin' heated like the scene Pacino did De Niro
You can't ever reach the peak, let alone meet your chick's libido
The mist that we know's back and all you've got's a bigger ego
Y'all the best kept secret that this game has
Man, I drop more bodies than a plane crash
Have you runnin' for the Lord like you Craig Mack
It's hard to hear you screamin' over top the cage flap
I got the stick in the back like I'm Trey Stacks
Or Austin Matthews when I'm slidin' out in Ajax
All my life, I've been walkin' on these same tracks
Tryna find my way back, lookin' for some payback, ASAP
It's that black smokin' origami, all the whores in Bali
Treat me like I'm Paul McCartney even though
Back home I can't even afford a palmy
I'm awkward, nasty, and I fought an army
Well, the Salvation Army staff now all of the stores'll buy me
But when I rap on beats, I smash MCs with literature
'Cause I never run out of bars, I paraplegic prisoners
And listeners don't like you, brother, nothin' is advanced (woah)
It's not up to par like your mother wears the pants, motherfucker
Before I crash the party, I got morbid thoughts inside me
Change my name to Trampoline the way I'm known to catch a body
Watch me snort a tab of molly mixed with coke and acid
While I drive a Lamborghini backwards '
'Til I roll right off the highway
I'm a sick fucker, lips puckered, your bitch loves it
I might fist-fuck her 'til next Friday, I'm Chris Tucker
Got a big budget, I got money fallin' out the seams
Of these 20 dollar jeans while I'm walkin' down the street
Left the loony bin in a taxi, move over, I need a seat
Then they kicked me out of the cab '
'Cause they thought that I was complete
Bitch, it's Merk
The water, the water, the water's back
Better prep the cemeteries, dead and buried
Light, light, lights out
It's lights out when we say so
Oh shit, there ain't no doubt in mind
At least no doubt in mind
You're dead and buried
Light, light, lights out
It's light, it's light, it's lights when we say so
Australia to Canada
Maple Vegemite, baby
West to east, north to south (let's go)
You better watch what you're talkin' 'bout (yeah)
Rest in peace if you're in doubt
It's lights out when we say so
More importantly, warn the warden the water's back
We form a pack and we waterboard the supporting act
We storm the flat of a dormant dorm while some morbid Mormons
Walkin' door to door with some chloroform for a naughty nap
I oughta grab a horde of mortars and launch attacks
This ain't a track, it's the taunted thoughts that my trauma's trapped
A torture pad full of war assortments and sport endorsements
Swords and saucepans, corpses cornered with Warner plaques
Oh shit, I bet that they flexin' extra hard
And you dress the part of a 12 old with a credit card
I set the bar like I'm next to spar with the best so far
Y'all more out of place than expensive cars in a wrecker's yard
Y'all gon' think I switched the settings how I changed the game
Guess I'm gluten-free 'cause I'm always goin' against the grain
And it goes beyond sayin' that they say my name
Y'all gon' pay to play, I get paid to play, so we ain't the same
Westbridge green as Christmas trees, but knew I had this gift in me
Like Happy Meals from Mickey D's, a toy, but I was pickle-free
From feelin' like the Philippines to feelin' like the Middle East
I no longer have inner peace or get ahead like guillotines
Godzilla once had hit the streets, haters, they would pray we fell
You'd think my son's Saddam Hussein 'cause I was raisin' hell
While I'd shake the world, disgraces tried to take my belt
They make me laugh when they grab the mic like Dave Chappelle
I'm one of the best, there ain't no doubtin' mine, at least no doubt in mind
You're out of line like kids' colourin' books if you doubt that I'm
Not about to fly out this fuckin' world like a Falcon 9
Y'all are tap water, I'm alkaline with an ounce of lime
A bit bitter, I'll son these rappers like Chris Rivers
Sent your big sister a dick picture and her lips quivered
I'm known to get under your skin like a thick sliver
Bitch, make me a sandwich with salt, vinegar, chips in her
It's very scary when I write my raps, they're legendary
Better prep the cemeteries when I send 'em dead and buried
I'm a sinner in the residence of seven deadly
Takin' more bodies than this epidemic, evidently
They claim they're hard and say they're real, they're tryna make their mark
But half of y'all wouldn't play basketball to take a charge
I'm razor-sharp, I'm a ninja with serrated scars
And my brain is smart, I could cut you with a blade of grass
I'm one of the illest like ever, unfuckable buildin'
I enter you suckers are feelin' the pressure
I'm comin' to get it like what are you gettin'?
The money, the chicken, the cheddar, whatever they callin' it now
Just fill up the duffel with dollar amounts
An MC, I hustled in all of my town
I did it, I done it, I've gotten it down to a pristine science
So, realize you're king of the freestylers
Y'all act too much, I really make a scene
I'm a screenwriter, a beast in the street cypher
Lights out if there's beef, I'm unleashin' this meat grinder, peace
It's the foul shambolic alcoholic shrouded in a cloud of chronic
Drownin' in that powder tonic, nobody knows just how to stop it
But my style is down and polished, this is for the doubters
With a mouth of bollocks, it's in my genes to be out of pocket
I'm comin' up on the D-low, so I gotta be incognito
It's gettin' heated like the scene Pacino did De Niro
You can't ever reach the peak, let alone meet your chick's libido
The mist that we know's back and all you've got's a bigger ego
Y'all the best kept secret that this game has
Man, I drop more bodies than a plane crash
Have you runnin' for the Lord like you Craig Mack
It's hard to hear you screamin' over top the cage flap
I got the stick in the back like I'm Trey Stacks
Or Austin Matthews when I'm slidin' out in Ajax
All my life, I've been walkin' on these same tracks
Tryna find my way back, lookin' for some payback, ASAP
It's that black smokin' origami, all the whores in Bali
Treat me like I'm Paul McCartney even though
Back home I can't even afford a palmy
I'm awkward, nasty, and I fought an army
Well, the Salvation Army staff now all of the stores'll buy me
But when I rap on beats, I smash MCs with literature
'Cause I never run out of bars, I paraplegic prisoners
And listeners don't like you, brother, nothin' is advanced (woah)
It's not up to par like your mother wears the pants, motherfucker
Before I crash the party, I got morbid thoughts inside me
Change my name to Trampoline the way I'm known to catch a body
Watch me snort a tab of molly mixed with coke and acid
While I drive a Lamborghini backwards '
'Til I roll right off the highway
I'm a sick fucker, lips puckered, your bitch loves it
I might fist-fuck her 'til next Friday, I'm Chris Tucker
Got a big budget, I got money fallin' out the seams
Of these 20 dollar jeans while I'm walkin' down the street
Left the loony bin in a taxi, move over, I need a seat
Then they kicked me out of the cab '
'Cause they thought that I was complete
Bitch, it's Merk
The water, the water, the water's back
Better prep the cemeteries, dead and buried
Light, light, lights out
It's lights out when we say so
Oh shit, there ain't no doubt in mind
At least no doubt in mind
You're dead and buried
Light, light, lights out
It's light, it's light, it's lights when we say so
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.69] Yeah, I got some friends with me
[00:07.26] Australia to Canada
[00:09.55] Maple Vegemite, baby
[00:12.10] West to east, north to south (let's go)
[00:14.50] You better watch what you're talkin' 'bout (yeah)
[00:17.44] Rest in peace if you're in doubt
[00:19.90] It's lights out when we say so
[00:22.86] More importantly, warn the warden the water's back
[00:25.19] We form a pack and we waterboard the supporting act
[00:28.37] We storm the flat of a dormant dorm while some morbid Mormons
[00:31.20] Walkin' door to door with some chloroform for a naughty nap
[00:34.15] I oughta grab a horde of mortars and launch attacks
[00:36.81] This ain't a track, it's the taunted thoughts that my trauma's trapped
[00:39.42] A torture pad full of war assortments and sport endorsements
[00:42.09] Swords and saucepans, corpses cornered with Warner plaques
[00:45.01] Oh shit, I bet that they flexin' extra hard
[00:48.02] And you dress the part of a 12 old with a credit card
[00:50.70] I set the bar like I'm next to spar with the best so far
[00:53.44] Y'all more out of place than expensive cars in a wrecker's yard
[00:56.66] Y'all gon' think I switched the settings how I changed the game
[00:59.31] Guess I'm gluten-free 'cause I'm always goin' against the grain
[01:01.93] And it goes beyond sayin' that they say my name
[01:04.83] Y'all gon' pay to play, I get paid to play, so we ain't the same
[01:07.55] Westbridge green as Christmas trees, but knew I had this gift in me
[01:10.62] Like Happy Meals from Mickey D's, a toy, but I was pickle-free
[01:13.27] From feelin' like the Philippines to feelin' like the Middle East
[01:16.10] I no longer have inner peace or get ahead like guillotines
[01:18.99] Godzilla once had hit the streets, haters, they would pray we fell
[01:21.46] You'd think my son's Saddam Hussein 'cause I was raisin' hell
[01:24.68] While I'd shake the world, disgraces tried to take my belt
[01:27.40] They make me laugh when they grab the mic like Dave Chappelle
[01:30.05] I'm one of the best, there ain't no doubtin' mine, at least no doubt in mind
[01:32.64] You're out of line like kids' colourin' books if you doubt that I'm
[01:35.15] Not about to fly out this fuckin' world like a Falcon 9
[01:37.95] Y'all are tap water, I'm alkaline with an ounce of lime
[01:40.45] A bit bitter, I'll son these rappers like Chris Rivers
[01:43.59] Sent your big sister a dick picture and her lips quivered
[01:46.35] I'm known to get under your skin like a thick sliver
[01:48.62] Bitch, make me a sandwich with salt, vinegar, chips in her
[01:51.87] It's very scary when I write my raps, they're legendary
[01:54.73] Better prep the cemeteries when I send 'em dead and buried
[01:57.83] I'm a sinner in the residence of seven deadly
[02:00.14] Takin' more bodies than this epidemic, evidently
[02:03.46] They claim they're hard and say they're real, they're tryna make their mark
[02:06.88] But half of y'all wouldn't play basketball to take a charge
[02:09.99] I'm razor-sharp, I'm a ninja with serrated scars
[02:12.89] And my brain is smart, I could cut you with a blade of grass
[02:15.63] I'm one of the illest like ever, unfuckable buildin'
[02:17.23] I enter you suckers are feelin' the pressure
[02:18.99] I'm comin' to get it like what are you gettin'?
[02:20.48] The money, the chicken, the cheddar, whatever they callin' it now
[02:22.81] Just fill up the duffel with dollar amounts
[02:23.61] An MC, I hustled in all of my town
[02:24.56] I did it, I done it, I've gotten it down to a pristine science
[02:27.24] So, realize you're king of the freestylers
[02:29.77] Y'all act too much, I really make a scene
[02:32.02] I'm a screenwriter, a beast in the street cypher
[02:34.26] Lights out if there's beef, I'm unleashin' this meat grinder, peace
[02:38.95] It's the foul shambolic alcoholic shrouded in a cloud of chronic
[02:41.59] Drownin' in that powder tonic, nobody knows just how to stop it
[02:45.18] But my style is down and polished, this is for the doubters
[02:47.67] With a mouth of bollocks, it's in my genes to be out of pocket
[02:49.87] I'm comin' up on the D-low, so I gotta be incognito
[02:52.97] It's gettin' heated like the scene Pacino did De Niro
[02:55.83] You can't ever reach the peak, let alone meet your chick's libido
[02:58.52] The mist that we know's back and all you've got's a bigger ego
[03:01.45] Y'all the best kept secret that this game has
[03:02.74] Man, I drop more bodies than a plane crash
[03:05.39] Have you runnin' for the Lord like you Craig Mack
[03:08.26] It's hard to hear you screamin' over top the cage flap
[03:10.90] I got the stick in the back like I'm Trey Stacks
[03:13.53] Or Austin Matthews when I'm slidin' out in Ajax
[03:16.39] All my life, I've been walkin' on these same tracks
[03:18.94] Tryna find my way back, lookin' for some payback, ASAP
[03:22.59] It's that black smokin' origami, all the whores in Bali
[03:25.26] Treat me like I'm Paul McCartney even though
[03:27.13] Back home I can't even afford a palmy
[03:28.58] I'm awkward, nasty, and I fought an army
[03:30.87] Well, the Salvation Army staff now all of the stores'll buy me
[03:34.75] But when I rap on beats, I smash MCs with literature
[03:37.17] 'Cause I never run out of bars, I paraplegic prisoners
[03:39.97] And listeners don't like you, brother, nothin' is advanced (woah)
[03:42.25] It's not up to par like your mother wears the pants, motherfucker
[03:45.66] Before I crash the party, I got morbid thoughts inside me
[03:47.93] Change my name to Trampoline the way I'm known to catch a body
[03:50.69] Watch me snort a tab of molly mixed with coke and acid
[03:53.14] While I drive a Lamborghini backwards '
[03:54.75] 'Til I roll right off the highway
[03:55.75] I'm a sick fucker, lips puckered, your bitch loves it
[03:58.89] I might fist-fuck her 'til next Friday, I'm Chris Tucker
[04:01.73] Got a big budget, I got money fallin' out the seams
[04:04.53] Of these 20 dollar jeans while I'm walkin' down the street
[04:07.55] Left the loony bin in a taxi, move over, I need a seat
[04:10.30] Then they kicked me out of the cab '
[04:12.59] 'Cause they thought that I was complete
[04:13.98] Bitch, it's Merk
[04:13.98] The water, the water, the water's back
[04:16.83] Better prep the cemeteries, dead and buried
[04:19.23] Light, light, lights out
[04:22.31] It's lights out when we say so
[04:24.89] Oh shit, there ain't no doubt in mind
[04:29.01] At least no doubt in mind
[04:30.14] You're dead and buried
[04:31.28] Light, light, lights out
[04:33.95] It's light, it's light, it's lights when we say so
[04:36.73]
[00:07.26] Australia to Canada
[00:09.55] Maple Vegemite, baby
[00:12.10] West to east, north to south (let's go)
[00:14.50] You better watch what you're talkin' 'bout (yeah)
[00:17.44] Rest in peace if you're in doubt
[00:19.90] It's lights out when we say so
[00:22.86] More importantly, warn the warden the water's back
[00:25.19] We form a pack and we waterboard the supporting act
[00:28.37] We storm the flat of a dormant dorm while some morbid Mormons
[00:31.20] Walkin' door to door with some chloroform for a naughty nap
[00:34.15] I oughta grab a horde of mortars and launch attacks
[00:36.81] This ain't a track, it's the taunted thoughts that my trauma's trapped
[00:39.42] A torture pad full of war assortments and sport endorsements
[00:42.09] Swords and saucepans, corpses cornered with Warner plaques
[00:45.01] Oh shit, I bet that they flexin' extra hard
[00:48.02] And you dress the part of a 12 old with a credit card
[00:50.70] I set the bar like I'm next to spar with the best so far
[00:53.44] Y'all more out of place than expensive cars in a wrecker's yard
[00:56.66] Y'all gon' think I switched the settings how I changed the game
[00:59.31] Guess I'm gluten-free 'cause I'm always goin' against the grain
[01:01.93] And it goes beyond sayin' that they say my name
[01:04.83] Y'all gon' pay to play, I get paid to play, so we ain't the same
[01:07.55] Westbridge green as Christmas trees, but knew I had this gift in me
[01:10.62] Like Happy Meals from Mickey D's, a toy, but I was pickle-free
[01:13.27] From feelin' like the Philippines to feelin' like the Middle East
[01:16.10] I no longer have inner peace or get ahead like guillotines
[01:18.99] Godzilla once had hit the streets, haters, they would pray we fell
[01:21.46] You'd think my son's Saddam Hussein 'cause I was raisin' hell
[01:24.68] While I'd shake the world, disgraces tried to take my belt
[01:27.40] They make me laugh when they grab the mic like Dave Chappelle
[01:30.05] I'm one of the best, there ain't no doubtin' mine, at least no doubt in mind
[01:32.64] You're out of line like kids' colourin' books if you doubt that I'm
[01:35.15] Not about to fly out this fuckin' world like a Falcon 9
[01:37.95] Y'all are tap water, I'm alkaline with an ounce of lime
[01:40.45] A bit bitter, I'll son these rappers like Chris Rivers
[01:43.59] Sent your big sister a dick picture and her lips quivered
[01:46.35] I'm known to get under your skin like a thick sliver
[01:48.62] Bitch, make me a sandwich with salt, vinegar, chips in her
[01:51.87] It's very scary when I write my raps, they're legendary
[01:54.73] Better prep the cemeteries when I send 'em dead and buried
[01:57.83] I'm a sinner in the residence of seven deadly
[02:00.14] Takin' more bodies than this epidemic, evidently
[02:03.46] They claim they're hard and say they're real, they're tryna make their mark
[02:06.88] But half of y'all wouldn't play basketball to take a charge
[02:09.99] I'm razor-sharp, I'm a ninja with serrated scars
[02:12.89] And my brain is smart, I could cut you with a blade of grass
[02:15.63] I'm one of the illest like ever, unfuckable buildin'
[02:17.23] I enter you suckers are feelin' the pressure
[02:18.99] I'm comin' to get it like what are you gettin'?
[02:20.48] The money, the chicken, the cheddar, whatever they callin' it now
[02:22.81] Just fill up the duffel with dollar amounts
[02:23.61] An MC, I hustled in all of my town
[02:24.56] I did it, I done it, I've gotten it down to a pristine science
[02:27.24] So, realize you're king of the freestylers
[02:29.77] Y'all act too much, I really make a scene
[02:32.02] I'm a screenwriter, a beast in the street cypher
[02:34.26] Lights out if there's beef, I'm unleashin' this meat grinder, peace
[02:38.95] It's the foul shambolic alcoholic shrouded in a cloud of chronic
[02:41.59] Drownin' in that powder tonic, nobody knows just how to stop it
[02:45.18] But my style is down and polished, this is for the doubters
[02:47.67] With a mouth of bollocks, it's in my genes to be out of pocket
[02:49.87] I'm comin' up on the D-low, so I gotta be incognito
[02:52.97] It's gettin' heated like the scene Pacino did De Niro
[02:55.83] You can't ever reach the peak, let alone meet your chick's libido
[02:58.52] The mist that we know's back and all you've got's a bigger ego
[03:01.45] Y'all the best kept secret that this game has
[03:02.74] Man, I drop more bodies than a plane crash
[03:05.39] Have you runnin' for the Lord like you Craig Mack
[03:08.26] It's hard to hear you screamin' over top the cage flap
[03:10.90] I got the stick in the back like I'm Trey Stacks
[03:13.53] Or Austin Matthews when I'm slidin' out in Ajax
[03:16.39] All my life, I've been walkin' on these same tracks
[03:18.94] Tryna find my way back, lookin' for some payback, ASAP
[03:22.59] It's that black smokin' origami, all the whores in Bali
[03:25.26] Treat me like I'm Paul McCartney even though
[03:27.13] Back home I can't even afford a palmy
[03:28.58] I'm awkward, nasty, and I fought an army
[03:30.87] Well, the Salvation Army staff now all of the stores'll buy me
[03:34.75] But when I rap on beats, I smash MCs with literature
[03:37.17] 'Cause I never run out of bars, I paraplegic prisoners
[03:39.97] And listeners don't like you, brother, nothin' is advanced (woah)
[03:42.25] It's not up to par like your mother wears the pants, motherfucker
[03:45.66] Before I crash the party, I got morbid thoughts inside me
[03:47.93] Change my name to Trampoline the way I'm known to catch a body
[03:50.69] Watch me snort a tab of molly mixed with coke and acid
[03:53.14] While I drive a Lamborghini backwards '
[03:54.75] 'Til I roll right off the highway
[03:55.75] I'm a sick fucker, lips puckered, your bitch loves it
[03:58.89] I might fist-fuck her 'til next Friday, I'm Chris Tucker
[04:01.73] Got a big budget, I got money fallin' out the seams
[04:04.53] Of these 20 dollar jeans while I'm walkin' down the street
[04:07.55] Left the loony bin in a taxi, move over, I need a seat
[04:10.30] Then they kicked me out of the cab '
[04:12.59] 'Cause they thought that I was complete
[04:13.98] Bitch, it's Merk
[04:13.98] The water, the water, the water's back
[04:16.83] Better prep the cemeteries, dead and buried
[04:19.23] Light, light, lights out
[04:22.31] It's lights out when we say so
[04:24.89] Oh shit, there ain't no doubt in mind
[04:29.01] At least no doubt in mind
[04:30.14] You're dead and buried
[04:31.28] Light, light, lights out
[04:33.95] It's light, it's light, it's lights when we say so
[04:36.73]