Artist: Forever M.C. x It's Different f/ The Boy Illinois, Hopsin, Passionate MC Album: Forever M.C. Song: Lights Out Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Passionate MC] Oh my, oh my You see, we gotta hop in the game and show 'em We can do what they do But a little bit better, y'knahmean? What up Hop? [Passionate MC] Uh, I just got up off the phone with my nigga Hopsin He was like, "How long 'til you think it's droppin?" What's droppin? You talkin 'bout my album, B? And that pushed me to the edge of the balcony Dove in it, rose winnin, no sippin with the toes drippin I was flow switchin with the gold shiverin cause he hoe fishin, what's the go-getter With the pages to write, aim 'til it dry, made a new rhyme, laid on the mic I continue that the game it was high, even further than the fame and the lights Stop boy, I'ma show you what I got boy All my niggaz rockin, we gon' get it poppin on the day this album drop boy Everybody gonna play you right, I remember when I hate the light, take advice Everything you gotta sacrifice and put the work in every day and night T-Timin on the clock, timin on the clock See the grindin never stop, grindin never stop Whoa, hey, watch me thinkin up the plot Hey, finger lickin with the pot, hey, trigger finger with the shot Hey, hit it for the go with a little bit of pain when they get it through the smoke Givin up the pain in the middle of a show cause he never been afraid even when they expose Gotta make a name, stickin in my own lane while they get the propane, better let it explode Then I can get in my zone, lettin my enemies know I'm in control Oh no he didn't flip, holy moly with the script That's so meek, get the sweep, fuck a Roley on a wrist I work solely on this shit, overdosin with the strength Grip the P, rest in peace, no emotion with the hits Boy... boy... boy... No emotion with the hits boy Rahh... [Hopsin] Yeah, yeah {*coughs*} Yeah, yo Yo Passionate, gimme the track I'm smashin it, I'm back in this, you can't forget that I'm handin motherfuckers they ass again, and you know I'm only reppin Los Angeles We savages, and we ain't to play with, y'all done dug a new grave to lay in I played your mixtape, it ain't amazing, I saved the game, my new cape just came in It's safe to say that my swag is on god, why you motherfuckers always actin so soft? Where your bitch at? I snatch her clothes off then smash the hoe raw then after doze off (Sorry, sorry) She just the rebound, I lost my mind and it's nowhere to be found Fuckin with me then you will catch a beat down, you better keep 9-1-1 on the speed dial I been on dumb shit, mentally dysfunction from bein locked in a dungeon Don't make assumptions, when a nigga on stage I can make 'em get down like lunges Yes it's true, solo I don't rep a crew, niggaz like "Who the heck are you?" I dropped in from a spaceship and wrecked the roof, hold up nigga, you tryna step to who? You don't wanna get into it with a nigga who don't got a brain, all I do is cause misery I don't know what happened to your career, it's weird, it disappeared, it's an unsolved mystery I can do this all day bro, I'm a volcano, you should all lay low Niggaz claim they a boss on a small payroll, man I pull up on the scene and take all they hoes ... [The Boy Illinois] Yo, runnin up a check like an incline, double cup mix the ether with the enzymes No handouts had to hand-to-hand mine, no cell, gotta hit me with the landline I'm from the Crip though, that's Eastside, got white collar crime on Visa Got the emblem lookin like a peace sign, slow kills murder on the street side Lakeshore, no sea side, left-handed if I ever need drive On average I get it in the meantime, cross the median but I never seen sides Get 'em in the mode so the team shine, just try to do it all season Cause I'm seasoned, got most of my game from the pimps and the preachers Sippin Perrier, and I stay lazy, but I'm never tired, like Kevin Gates With a nation, on seventh straight, I pray to Allah like every day Cause a nigga lie like every day, at the same time he just speak the place Three-piece suit with the Mary Kay, and he got it kicked back like Mary J.