Wyle Out

Let it flow out now, I throw out styles
I rock in front of sold out crowds that go out wild
And when I'm done I roll out proud, it's no doubt now
After I knock a foe out bow, this showed out vow

Spread it through the whole dot wow, the bro got loud
And now we yelling "Oh not now!" the hoe got cowed
Where tendencies I tend to mold out down, I'm so out bound
I'm never going your route clown, you sold out frowns
And curses from your whole downtown, I hold down crowns
I'm known 'round town for flow bound sounds that go 'round 'round
Inside your head my boom bap and profound nouns
And verbals tend to roll out rounded showdown styles
We choke out pounds of whole ounces, smoke out power

So out we gotta hold out and slow our sound
And then for you to comprehend it takes a whole lot pal

We throw out loud so when we turn the show out bow

We bow out
Put your hands up, stand strong and stand up
Pull your pants up, buck a shot in the air if you with it
And boom boom boom so my party people feel it
We bow out
Put your hands up, stand strong and stand up
Pull your pants up, buck a shot in the air if you with it
And boom boom boom so my party people feel it

We move at a faster rate to captivate
The world in a frenzied state we motivate
Cross the globe to detonate and set 'em straight
Boom bap cut like a razor blade, a scrape from plate
We chasing fate, face off when facing hate

Translate beats to heat at an alarming rate
The passion trait to crash the masquerade
We activate crowds with the styles you crave

Putting every song we make to elevate
The level of this music ever known to date
We pushing weight, dope for the DJ's crates
Traveling in and out of state just to rock the place
We concentrate, cause harm to those who fake
Assassinate clowns putting bombs on tape

We prone to break, escalate the stakes
Welcome to the shakedown where you get what you take

We bow out
Put your hands up, stand strong and stand up
Pull your pants up, buck a shot in the air if you with it
And boom boom boom so my party people feel it
We bow out
Put your hands up, stand strong and stand up
Pull your pants up, buck a shot in the air if you with it
And boom boom boom so my party people feel it

Y'all really serious? Dealing with villainous

Sticking your eminence and left with a silhouette
Betting your sixth sense a seventh on the feel of it
These cats ain't giving shit, not even a little bit
Dealing with idiots with flashbacks of brilliance
Who swear that they hatchbacks from Hyundai cost millions

Lost all innocence from drug nights and incidents
When too many instances we couldn't finish sentences
Rebelled and militant, fade blackaliciousness
Stayed 'til the finishes, degrade several simpletons
Played off your impotence to save on a single disc
Proving you're limitless to bite bits of simple shit

You can't eat miniatures, avoid photo finishes
And act masculininous when pops was a gymnast

Exerted efforts if you mirror this as spiritless
We fearless, boom bap and gift of gab lyricists

We bow out
Put your hands up, stand strong and stand up
Pull your pants up, buck a shot in the air if you with it
And boom boom boom so my party people feel it
We bow out
Put your hands up, stand strong and stand up
Pull your pants up, buck a shot in the air if you with it
And boom boom boom so my party people feel it