Blankin' Out - Rapsody, Jean Grae

Billy blickity, blickity blank, blankin' out

Tryna get it warmer than the Cayman Isles

Like these Jordans they fought in, I got this many styles

That these niggas can’t seem to file

Little league of my own, like pitchin' off the mound

With boobs, fallopian tubes, these dudes gon' know me now

I’m serial

Killin' at willin' and feelin' very proud

AP, I owe you and I ain’t talkin' vowels

Huey P, double D, I swear it’s the future now

Cold and I be pushin' this itish to leave you all astound, brown

No Z, they know we holy

The illest boldy to point break in between the new and all the goldies

Oldies that molded the many ways I flow it

Kickin' this itish, they catchin' like a goalie

never dare, just like the police

Forever these niggas scared, they want no more beef

'Cause we killin' like reef, my flow is deep sea

Fire, retire, never these degrees

Press fire, the sire sweat and my heat team

Jamla the acaddy, coolie respect the seams

That we sewin', I guess I really go in, no dream

So they callin' me, now I glow with ring

Torchin' 'em with the torch I carry

Like Roman mortuaries

Dig it though like bury, I buried it and married it

And accept responsibility, no arrogance

Had a talk with my nigga, you know, some therapy

'Cause Digga holla’d and she really seem to care for me

Rah Digga, what up?

Guess they darin' me, darin' me, double darin' me

Pairin' me, I’m apparently narrowly, ball from

'Barrassing, I’m embarrassin' merrily all these niggas

Concentratin' on labors and bigger figures

Movin' up in this world, I hear they dig us, dig it?

Dig a class, spazz on these niggas and have these niggas trippin'

Rewindin' my verse, hearse, I really kill it

Shout out to the ones in here who really feel it

Feel it, feel it, like Dennis the Menace to the finish

Tryna carry on for my lineage, I know my flow is

See me not, forever hot

Went in on the jawn without nothin' left to jot, Rap

Dear money, yes I want you

Fuck it, girl, I need you

Is this the real world or is it just another preview?

Now in division one, started out in D2

Used to rock some baggy gear, now I look like GQ

Meet me and they tell me that they fuckin' with the movement

Would they still if I didn’t have millions of YouTube hits?

Dropout student, not stupid

Pure music, clean your ears like a Q-Tip

Back on my bullshit, spittin' what I know about

My people tryna party so we lookin' for an open house

Every day kid shit, that’s just how we like this shit

Car cost a hundred grand, but my life is priceless

Can’t put a price on talent

Surrounded like an Allen

Late night music like The Roots and Jimmy Fallon

First name Malcolm, that’s on my birth certificate

Talkin' it, I’m livin' it, thinkin' they gettin' sick of it

Wishin' that they could finish it, listenin', now they in the whip

Permission to get and spit, sweeter than all this licorice

Weed crumbs on my passenger seat

New joint bein' smoked, better pass it to me

They notice how the boy tend to spazz on a beat

Middle finger up to everybody laughin' at me

'Cause I’m doin' what I wanna do, inhalin' marijuana fumes

Why you interested in the people that I’m talkin' to?

Why you wanna call it quits 'cause ain’t nobody stoppin' you

You doin' what you gotta do, need someone to sock it to

I get a will do

This is somethin' easy, soft and smooth

So watch me move