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Radio Killed the Hip Hop Star - Lights Out Lyrics
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I'm casually the catastrophe, while I got bad thoughts comin' after me
So Rick, so rude, so ravishly
That Hulk Hogan, Macho Man, Randy Savage beef
Real life aired out through a masterpiece
Safe to say I'm All In, did it dashingly
I look up to the heavens, that's a ramp to me
While Lil Uzi's bout to give a Charles Manson speech
I'll roll up to your door with a van of G's
And a thug chick lookin' like she's Angela Yee
I'm casually doin' casualties
I'm Mike Myers walkin' slow while they ran from me
Cause I know I'll catch up like yams with cheese
I'm casually sayin' that you all suck
And you should pack up all your rhymes in the U-haul truck
If you a pitcher on the mound with the screwball tucked
Ima run around the bases with the Pujols' strut
Stephen King, I'm a dog, I got Cujo blood
I never could relate to the dudes ya'll love
Cause I box way better, you could use ya'll gloves
If you wanna box then we do it with No Vaseline
Ice Cubes on your face till my hands defeat
And my arms keep shootin' till the cameras freeze
I'm the realest still spittin' in the game baby
Life is a game but you ain't play me
Tryna book me for a show but you ain't pay me
And I ain't ever tryna tell you that I ain't crazy
I just take a motivation, gotta write down
It's a problem then you know we comin' right now
Like you didn't pay your bill, cut your lights out
Like you didn't pay your bill, cut your lights out
Make way, there's a new crew in town
Ima need everyone in the room to pipe down
Need a 'rona in my hand and the lights turned down
Cause this music talkin' to me and it's speakin' quite loud
Right now? We the realest that's around
Heavyweights with heavy weight, we the best pound for pound
Sendin' rappers off to camp I ain't talkin' Ben Stiller
I'm just here to keep it real, never adding any filler
Never taking bad advice, sell my soul for any price
Never tradin' in my homies for a necklace full of ice
Never dumbin' down the lyrics just to hit a million likes
Never dumbin' down the lyrics man I gotta say it twice
Cause most cats, no longer appreciate the craft
They just mumble on the mic and release their first drafts
Writin' lives they don't lead, posin' tough for photographs
Buyin' followers for the gram, man I sit back and laugh
God damn, I wonder where it all went
These youngin's cryin' for respect, wylin' out to make a cent
Keep lookin' to fit in but their shapes are all bent
Forgettin' bout the culture and what it all meant
So don't add me to that roster, I'm more of a reminder
Hip-hop never died, I've been lurking right behind her
While they worship the Zombies Walkin round in Desiigner
I'm the kush they save up at the bottom of the grinder
I'm the realest still spittin' in the game baby
Life is a game but you ain't play me
Tryna book me for a show but you ain't pay me
And I ain't ever tryna tell you that I ain't crazy
I just take a motivation, gotta write down
It's a problem then you know we comin' right now
Like you didn't pay your bill, cut your lights out
Like you didn't pay your bill, cut your lights out
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I'm casually the catastrophe, while I got bad thoughts comin' after me
So Rick, so rude, so ravishly
That Hulk Hogan, Macho Man, Randy Savage beef
Real life aired out through a masterpiece
Safe to say I'm All In, did it dashingly
I look up to the heavens, that's a ramp to me
While Lil Uzi's bout to give a Charles Manson speech
I'll roll up to your door with a van of G's
And a thug chick lookin' like she's Angela Yee
I'm casually doin' casualties
I'm Mike Myers walkin' slow while they ran from me
Cause I know I'll catch up like yams with cheese
I'm casually sayin' that you all suck
And you should pack up all your rhymes in the U-haul truck
If you a pitcher on the mound with the screwball tucked
Ima run around the bases with the Pujols' strut
Stephen King, I'm a dog, I got Cujo blood
I never could relate to the dudes ya'll love
Cause I box way better, you could use ya'll gloves
If you wanna box then we do it with No Vaseline
Ice Cubes on your face till my hands defeat
And my arms keep shootin' till the cameras freeze
I'm the realest still spittin' in the game baby
Life is a game but you ain't play me
Tryna book me for a show but you ain't pay me
And I ain't ever tryna tell you that I ain't crazy
I just take a motivation, gotta write down
It's a problem then you know we comin' right now
Like you didn't pay your bill, cut your lights out
Like you didn't pay your bill, cut your lights out
Make way, there's a new crew in town
Ima need everyone in the room to pipe down
Need a 'rona in my hand and the lights turned down
Cause this music talkin' to me and it's speakin' quite loud
Right now? We the realest that's around
Heavyweights with heavy weight, we the best pound for pound
Sendin' rappers off to camp I ain't talkin' Ben Stiller
I'm just here to keep it real, never adding any filler
Never taking bad advice, sell my soul for any price
Never tradin' in my homies for a necklace full of ice
Never dumbin' down the lyrics just to hit a million likes
Never dumbin' down the lyrics man I gotta say it twice
Cause most cats, no longer appreciate the craft
They just mumble on the mic and release their first drafts
Writin' lives they don't lead, posin' tough for photographs
Buyin' followers for the gram, man I sit back and laugh
God damn, I wonder where it all went
These youngin's cryin' for respect, wylin' out to make a cent
Keep lookin' to fit in but their shapes are all bent
Forgettin' bout the culture and what it all meant
So don't add me to that roster, I'm more of a reminder
Hip-hop never died, I've been lurking right behind her
While they worship the Zombies Walkin round in Desiigner
I'm the kush they save up at the bottom of the grinder
I'm the realest still spittin' in the game baby
Life is a game but you ain't play me
Tryna book me for a show but you ain't pay me
And I ain't ever tryna tell you that I ain't crazy
I just take a motivation, gotta write down
It's a problem then you know we comin' right now
Like you didn't pay your bill, cut your lights out
Like you didn't pay your bill, cut your lights out
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Writer: Tanysha Soulia, William Leahy
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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