The Pa** - Black Out 6iX lyrics

(Skit from Pa** Vs. Bishop Black Out 6iX Rap Battle [Verse 1] Gone for a minute I been gone for a minute I been gone Now these n***as wanna go on and on with the gimmicks Don't you start lil n***a cause I'm far from a finish Might just even throw punch lines so you feel it Aight, Never mind you don't get it I was working at the garden with the rhymes Water whipping Cooking heat up on the stove Until they threw me out the kitchen f** it I ain't tripping Still got my squad and them Still got my confidence After flocking with a bunch of Eagles like I'm Donavan That left me on the corner Like them n***as wasn't playing snatch and run on metropolitan And I just blamed Kayann for it As if she made me take it and run I should've had a better thought Should've gave it to her, son Now I'm f**ed up Hanging out with satan just for fun Cooking bacon, n***as blazing While we baking in the sun Ain't a joke.. Get smoked Like-a Jamaican n***a lungs If you hating Then it's best to keep it safe up on your tongue And if you ain't running with us Then you better make a run 'Cause we gon do wrong if take long Like don't you hear the words in my song? Well This ain't a song This a robbery, grand larceny Inside the ear drums of any n***a that was mocking me Bonding with all my friends like them n***as are Sean Connery Y'all still outnumbered, you dummies can't be as smart as me Go ahead, Start and see n***a Ima black out six Got No time to think, I'ma back out quick... I'm rage quitting; quick scoping; black ops prick.. Black face Black arms Black thighs Black lips To kiss my f**ing black a** and my black lies Got me a black ski mask And a black bike to go and black out Under the black skies I'm Creeping with a flash light Mama wanna know what's with the all black clothes And the black eyes Last night, Sold, well in fact I Slept in a paralysis Devil on my shoulders for a back ride I like white people *In the back of their mind, get on the elevator* "oh sh** a black guy He probably got a hood n***a black mind Michael Myers kitchen knife Tucked inside of his pants with a black 9" Would it make a difference if I had a black brief case Black slacks, A black bu*ton up, And a black tie? Or would I be the same ol black guy? Dressed for a funeral Of another black teen as usual, A black guy You know The color it was before I was born The same it'll be when my a** die And f** him. There ain't no heaven There ain't no fat guy sitting in a chair With a big book full of black crimes And if so Here is my confession oh reverend Ran in the f**ing store Smacked the clerk at 7.11 But with the back side, Of my hand Man had a black cry Grabbed a bag of Doritos And I dipped out the back side Friends keep asking me "what happening to pa**ing tides" Guess the water was dirty black When I got baptized, You ba*tard f** baptist! f** blacking! f** black cops! And black hookers! And black pimps! f** my Sixtape! I'll stomp it out in my black Timbs! And hope Yeezus would forgive All of my black sins Gasping And with the black skin That I'm trapped in Tryna do the best I could To back in with this rapping, mother f**er