Lights Out

Again, again, agian, again, again

Yo! This is Kardinal on the past two

Yeah, uhh you all know how we go

Mastermind tape five 0

T dot O Oh start to the bricks

Kardinal and Rah Digga with the shit

Yeah, yeah! Ha Yeah

You know its gotta be the Circle

and Flipmode Squad, damn breaking all odds

You know how I mean, watch out

Yo, yo its a big solider in this rap shit

I'm cappin' bad ass

I be motion style and take 2 stripes off you adidas

Pass the mic while you got the chance, fast

The master of the class

That you cant surpass

When night come be in the ninetys (You cant last)

I'm fresh-ahh, contact you necksta

Can when I begin to mash out like M.O.P.

Thats what the memo be

Retaliate and find hos in your Gu-o-chi

Listen to me, I'm the phat track filler

Rhyme killer when I combine with Rah Digga (word)

The styles mad flashy, the flow is insane

Instead of tryin' to fuck with me, try to abstain (uhh)

Its a "Trival Pursuit" and I dont play the game

I roll dice with you life, you get trude like sugarcane (nigga)

I'm ten times better than you will every be

You are what you eat and I'm the best emcee, no doubt

Now my niggas up north, dirty cats down south

Kardinal and Rah Digga will

(Puts your lights out)

Flyin by emcees all the wrong bouts

Circle and Flipmode will

(Puts your lights out)

Talk a lot niggas getting tapped in their mouth

Better watch what you say for me

(Puts your lights out)

Ladies and gentlemen

(Live from the bricks) Rah Digga uh huh

Check it out now

Very first to spit, nigga I'm put 2 in

You might get lucky like Knicks without Ewing

I'm come with the shoe in, bring the 3 hearts

and I'm back to the bench, then I hit hI'm with a peace card!

Raw diva gonna spit the crazy type

Known for spillin' the ill, thats not so lady like

+How High+ Bitches going to bounce the ride

Pullin' over coppers watch taking pisses outside

With her highney, on the parkway haulin' ass

Getting pulled over giving cops my autograph

Little bity thing weighing buck and change

I'm frontin' emcees like they weren’t playin' tame

Come on everybody sing along if you heard it

Heard it for free now gettin' Gs to reword it

Seed and the weed be my pride and joy

Holdin down for my thugs screamin' nobody would

Ya love, Yo I'm the mic thug +UR Ghetto When+

Rap veteren, paper bag around the over proof birds pedaling

Gettin' chedderin', more type chedder type fella

If I cant afford sample clearance, rock and acapella

Uhh, legit mas to hide the mini scandles

Cross them semi handles to match my 50s sandles

Floss like sicked and a blind AIDs patient

O.Dn' off good ass weed and PlayStation

Yo, yo I run with peeps who break in the back door

Rush in urbs sellin', smokin' weed off the floor

Gun finger in the air, on some hard nigga shit

Mastermind Volume 50 thats it, Rah Dig

Comin' hardcore as I swing in the north

And I mostly do the drugs but I say no to pork

So when I say Master- You say -mind

My God bless the child that write their own rhymes