Knock Em Out The Box (Incarcerated Scarfaces Freestyle)

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RevoLuciano

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

Try to f*ck 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 f*ck 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, f*ck 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 f*ck 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

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