Sean Price, Earatik Statik - Knock Em Out The Box lyrics
[Sean Price, Earatik Statik - Knock Em Out The Box lyrics]
Master P's in the house
P! Earatik Statik, what it do
Earth shattering, first the verse battering
Wrong colors on your turf, trafficking
What up? Sean the name you
Niggas ain't ready for
War, beef in these streets
And plus these metaphors
Sean's the bomb, Lebanon, Decepticon
Most high, most fly, bowtie like Farrakhan
All praises due to Allah
You have no idea what I'll do to you par
Listen, your face look like steak
With the A1 sauce
When the God let the AR off, lets eat
I ain't a rapper that will battle on smack
I'm the rapper with the gat on your hat
Yo, rap prime minister, some say sinister
Forward forward high punch
Bitch that's how I finish ya
My rap's too slick, my gun's shoot shit
Earatik Statik, nigga that's magic in the mix
Don't make the God pop out led
City of God, I'll "Knockout Ned"
Motherfucker knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box
If these gats tickle beanies
They be doubling D's with Sean P on the team
Trouble travels in threes
Get rough motherfucker
We can saddle this beef
For you tough motherfuckers we
Can battle and beef i'll hit ya, split ya
Lift ya hard enough to rattle your teeth
Fuckin' ya up, numbin' your yaps, spit beef
Fumbling, stumbling
Have you gumming your raps
I'm not the type to talk when
You wait in the place
I'm the type that just might
Show up to your place
Come in and kick it with you
Put two in your face
Tie you up, beat you down
And then head for the safe
I do walk with Jesus
But keep a nine on my waist
And i'll smack the Bejesus out
Along with the taste
See I'll run in your house and
Put a gun in your mouth
For nothing less than the fact that
You was running your mouth
I'm like the crack Globetrotter
The black Muhammad Ali
Got the bong diggy ziggy plus the bomb itchy
Finger on the trigger in figure
To move the Prada
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box
My heat settling
Silence your lambs like Ritalin
Prime time or late night like Dave Letterman
Razor sharp rhymes, sever the head every man
Crush upcoming acts, retire great veterans
I know it's hard but all
Praise due to the God
Study a learn what I could do to you par
Listen, I'm laced with napalm
To blaze your face off
Leave no traces where your features belong
That's heat
No, I'm not the kind to forget what you said
Yes, the tool's cocked back to
Pop led in your head
That fitted cap, right in front of the crib
Dismember your ass then bury the
Gat under the shed
We the nicest out, fuck what you hear
Fuck what they said
Earatik and Sean P, we the illest that lived
Fixed like a needle in your vain
Making your temperature boil
I'm a master with my craft
Plus a nigga street loyal
We drop hit's that rock charts consecutively
My niggas it's got to be Earatik and Sean P
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box
P! Earatik Statik, what it do
Earth shattering, first the verse battering
Wrong colors on your turf, trafficking
What up? Sean the name you
Niggas ain't ready for
War, beef in these streets
And plus these metaphors
Sean's the bomb, Lebanon, Decepticon
Most high, most fly, bowtie like Farrakhan
All praises due to Allah
You have no idea what I'll do to you par
Listen, your face look like steak
With the A1 sauce
When the God let the AR off, lets eat
I ain't a rapper that will battle on smack
I'm the rapper with the gat on your hat
Yo, rap prime minister, some say sinister
Forward forward high punch
Bitch that's how I finish ya
My rap's too slick, my gun's shoot shit
Earatik Statik, nigga that's magic in the mix
Don't make the God pop out led
City of God, I'll "Knockout Ned"
Motherfucker knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box
If these gats tickle beanies
They be doubling D's with Sean P on the team
Trouble travels in threes
Get rough motherfucker
We can saddle this beef
For you tough motherfuckers we
Can battle and beef i'll hit ya, split ya
Lift ya hard enough to rattle your teeth
Fuckin' ya up, numbin' your yaps, spit beef
Fumbling, stumbling
Have you gumming your raps
I'm not the type to talk when
You wait in the place
I'm the type that just might
Show up to your place
Come in and kick it with you
Put two in your face
Tie you up, beat you down
And then head for the safe
I do walk with Jesus
But keep a nine on my waist
And i'll smack the Bejesus out
Along with the taste
See I'll run in your house and
Put a gun in your mouth
For nothing less than the fact that
You was running your mouth
I'm like the crack Globetrotter
The black Muhammad Ali
Got the bong diggy ziggy plus the bomb itchy
Finger on the trigger in figure
To move the Prada
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box
My heat settling
Silence your lambs like Ritalin
Prime time or late night like Dave Letterman
Razor sharp rhymes, sever the head every man
Crush upcoming acts, retire great veterans
I know it's hard but all
Praise due to the God
Study a learn what I could do to you par
Listen, I'm laced with napalm
To blaze your face off
Leave no traces where your features belong
That's heat
No, I'm not the kind to forget what you said
Yes, the tool's cocked back to
Pop led in your head
That fitted cap, right in front of the crib
Dismember your ass then bury the
Gat under the shed
We the nicest out, fuck what you hear
Fuck what they said
Earatik and Sean P, we the illest that lived
Fixed like a needle in your vain
Making your temperature boil
I'm a master with my craft
Plus a nigga street loyal
We drop hit's that rock charts consecutively
My niggas it's got to be Earatik and Sean P
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box, G
Knock 'em out the box