Lights Out

[Verse 1: Big G's]
Killing this, flows guerrilla militant I risen
And Mr Spitting Sicka sentence endless ammunition
So my mission is to murder tracks as fast as they were written
Where I'm going there's no turning back, back [?]
And his an excellent shit, crack his back, just spitting crack rocks
Put this down homie found way below the black top
A backpack rapper slash master with the scripts I flip faster
[?], six abs and man hurtin
A bad man rhyming no clown survive the downsize and heisenburg
Is like a pack [?]
Tighten up your flows and better hope nobody notices
You rocking over prerecorded vocals at your shows and shit
Cold heart it's so obvious y'all don't want it
I get praised on every stage and I'm just honored to be on it
To be honest
I look forward to tomorrow we'll be on that
You find yourself that you're a [?]
Remind yourself what you've accomplished

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Lights out like it or not you reside in my home
Sex, drugs and rock and roll, a soldier when this mic on
Fire burn for higher learning, curtains when I write poems
Is over for these rappers now I'm back inside of my zone

[Verse 2: Big G's]
Y'all should hold up I got a newsflash for new jerks
Trained to slang speech of beast drop, I need feedback
What you haven't seen about those demons that I beat back
I'm tryna live a dream and y'all asleep I'm off the [?]
And keep that weak ass rap, cousin you [?] does it
Get slapped backward for that trash, no you khats are frontin
My shit's bumpin and I'm back in spot dumpin
Finna give this all I got for my people who's got nothing
Boy I live for this
Picture this nasty as black lickerish
Vigorous approach to the track and attracts listeners
Vicious and my focus is back when I snap, picture it
Perhaps is simply matter of fact I am that sick wit it
Or maybe I was just meant to be dopest
Hopelessly devoted to the scene to hip hop is amazin' [?]
And ain't none stopping what we started
It's awesome we own it
Zoning out see
Y'all should get in line this is mine for the moment

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[Verse 3: Big G's]
Finish 'em, this is for you cowards tryna act a part
But y'all aren't really right
And you recycling other rappers bars
I'm A-Team man, yo JV at the practice squad
Here to bare witness to spitting
This is an active guard
I'm back harder than ever
My verse visual, the bomb rush all suckers
I'm unfuckwitable
Down to go the round while you sounding so
Unoriginal
I sworn to snatch crowns off the khats that you listen to
I'm flames whether you came lame admit
It's Big G's in this bitch, been on my A game, I mean it
When I aim but everything is a range and I missin it
Minister pain, I inflict misery same difference
Keep getting harder they [?] for the slang doctor
Apocalypse now
We parting your lings and I came proper
Beast at the beat box, plead for the Chief Rocker
The fever to hit the block
Believe it just keep watching

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