Knock Em Out The Box (Incarcerated Scarfaces Freestyle) Lyrics

Knock niggas out the box all the time son

Knock niggas out the box all the time, early and often

Try to fuck me, only thing getting cocked is my nine

Hit you in mid-state, you blown beyond state lines

So that's another crime in another state

I learned how to cook from watching my brother bake

Now I'm in another state

The place I call home

My style incinerate, disintegrate bones

I'm the reason gangsters need chrome when they leave home

Once beef's on, my shells don't stop until it meets dome

And what the fuck is you pussies duckin for

Must've heard Revo got pull like tug of war

And them broads that left me keep they face messed up

Cause they could've been my queen in that princess cut

Mad Revo ain't swayed by 80 shades of twat

And jewels I drop shine brighter than a thousand watts

It's the old school flow with a new school conscience

And prove you can't get two dimes for your nonsense

We all have an expiration, energy is timeless

I had full conversations with Allah and Kemet

Love is all I wanted, but they wanted me dead

What you expect? I take they arm, leg, leg, arm, head

Or leave them there leakin, arms and legs apart spread

For millions, villains serve civilians, cracks in buildings

Some fell through the cracks of life, higher than the ceilings

The same thing that got them broken now made them rich then

The same spot where you like to floss rocks

My lefty Machete come through, now it's where your wrist went

They say rappers in the game light, what's your take on it

Im back off injured reserve, putting weight on it

Revoluciano, gold face the Movado

More play than Lotto, model after model

Louis the XIII, bottle after bottle

Play the thug role till we pull up in the Tahoe

Slugs put em to rest, you should call em Sleepy Hollow

What I spit could make the car flip like it was Taboe

Drunk off a reposado with a badass Rosario

Dawson, out on Clarkson, blocks full of marksmen

Seen more leeches sparked than, preachers seen coffins

Sad but happens often, fuck what you talking bout

I just spoke to Bless at his house

Like most niggas, sweet, not street, but running they mouth

See, that's the type of shit that get you knocked the fuck out

This is hip-hop, nigga, and I love this shit

Try to play the live wire, I'ma plug you quick

They call me Revolution, on these beats I'm execution

And retribution, with no solution

For the pollution that they infusing

Stick to boosting, or drug moving, cause this shit ain't you

I bring the desert storm to you and y'all niggas ain't have a Clue

Miss Linda ain't birth lies, I was true since 9 2 motherfucker