Knock You Out ft. Mikey D, Sparky D & Lemoyne Alexander Lyrics

Moontown

Shoutout LL Cool J

Shoutout Mikey D

I'm gonna put your head out

Mama bring a hospital bed out

Yeah, it's the moment I've been waiting for

So now it's time to break your jaw

Break those jabs, body shots, uppercuts, lights out

Don't dare get it twisted, this is still Mikes House

Throw a hundred punches, throw a hundred punches

Put them all in bunches, you really don't want this

It's gonna be bloody

Talkin spleen like putty, make you lean like a cuddy

I'll make your head spin around

Better bring the coffin, you'll be deadin' around

Pound for pound, I'm the greatest

You can ask the commentators, ask the common hater

Beast from the east with a mean two-piece

One punch to the gutter, fold you up like loose leaf

Who me, Bolo Punch, Bruce Lee

You thought you was ready, but you could've fooled me

I'm a maniac animal, robot mechanical

Programmed to hurt, humiliate, damage you

Crush, annihilate, completely dismantle you

All of the above is exactly what dismantled me

And I eat like a cannibal

Wait until I get my hands on you

Mike's gonna knock you out

I'm gonna knock you out

Mike's gonna knock you out

I'm gonna knock you out

Mike's gonna knock you out

Mama said knock you out

Mike's gonna knock you out

I'm gonna knock you out

I'm packin' punches, bars like haymakers

Decades in the game, chess with some risk takers

The wave riders watch the wave makers

watch the world shakers with the real players

Industry bout to hate us

I'm Roy Jones with the magic, rappin, we let them have it

Hip-hop is 50, we had it, this time it's automatic

Watchin' the way the world respond to the rap

it's time I take it back, got shootin' stars in my backpack

Yea, its like that, pull rabbits outta the hat

Boom-bap been in the books, not even bringin' it back

Hittin' the heavy bags, I'm talkin' big sacks

Medicine-ball size, checks, bout to break necks

Big bags, what I said, there ain't no half racks

Rib cage, cage, fight, bet homie max that

Jib jab, block hook , weave to the uppercut

Up, down, left, right, cheat codes cuz homie life is rough

it's winter but its hittin like

Like Mayweather, I'm Pacquiao

Packin' y'all in the ring, but keepin' my head up

I'm kickin' and swingin' and prayin

Punchin' my way in and grabbin' the industry

by the the throats right at the weigh-in

So quit playin' with the paper, it's time to make it rain

I'm power pushin, whatever it takes to make the bag

You best believe in yourself and pray to be a part of the game

That's how you become the player that can manifest change

Mike's gonna knock you out

I'm gonna knock you out

Mike's gonna knock you out

I'm gonna knock you out

Mike's gonna knock you out

Mama said knock you out

Mike's gonna knock you out

I'm gonna knock you out