Lights Out (Bonus Trk)

Yeah, turn my headphones up a lil' bit, baby
Turn 'em up a lil' bit, uh-huh, yeah
It's the magnificent, baby
H-A-P-H, you know?
Dumb motherfuckers be runnin' up on me talkin' 'bout
He wanna spit and shit, he wanna battle
Get the fuck outta here with that shit, nigga
I'm too nice for that

Send one, clap, turn his lights out
Send two, clap, turn his lights out
Send three, clap, turn his lights out
Yeah, you kinda hot, but you ain't fuckin' with me
Send four, clap, turn his lights out
Send five, clap, turn his lights out
Send six, clap, turn his lights out
So I can stand 'em up and lay 'em down just like sticks

Get the fuck outta here, my dog, you don't want it with me
I got some stone cold killers runnin' with me

A few of 'em fresh from the feds
And they'll lay a nigga down for a piece of this bread
(You heard what I said) So don't act fool
'Cause niggas ain't rappin' when they back that tool
(What we do?) Clap that, turn your lights out
And before you hit the floor, we gon' snatch your jewels
Hardhead niggas never learn
So I gotta dumb down and take y'all back to school

Hope you fathom what I'm talkin' about
Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out
(No doubt) Nah, I don't really wanna box
But in the booth, you can call me a young Freddie Foxxx

So if you really wanna see next summer
You better fall back and let a brother do his number

Send seven, clap, turn his lights out
Send eight, clap, turn his lights out
Send nine, clap, turn his lights out
Nigga, you wanna die try fuckin' with mine
Send ten, clap, turn his lights out
Send eleven, clap, turn his lights out
Send twelve, clap, turn his lights out

'Cause I can dumb down and still stay hard as hell
It's halftime, homie, it ain't hard to tell
I'm an Audioslave like Chris Cornell
From Brooklyn back blocks, it ain't hard to fail
Your raps is like bad crack, hard to sell
(Oh well) But on the other hand, I write songs
With subject matter that be tippin' the scale

Too heavy, underrated very
Y'all niggas ain't ready, you're just too frail
(Too light) So please fall back
Everybody thugs in this thing called rap
First nigga get hit, bet his team gon' rat
'Cause you know it's lights out when that thing go (Clack)
Yeah, I told you before
You in the presence of a ghetto all-star

The slums is where I made my path
So before you be a victim, nigga, do the math

Send thirteen, clap, turn his lights out
Fourteen, clap, turn his lights out
Fifteen, clap, turn his lights out
Nigga, you ain't said a thing if it ain't about green
Send sixteen, clap, turn his lights out
Seventeen, clap, turn his lights out
Eighteen, clap, turn his lights out
Give me sixteen bars, I'll roast your whole team

Yeah, you lil' niggas is sponges, you're Microsoft
Laugh now and figure this shit out when you get home, motherfucker
I done bashed you over your fuckin' head with my guitar
Threw a G code on your face, you bitch
Word to mother, H-A-P-H, the motherfuckin' magnificent, nigga
Let's go, who want it?