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Cryptic Wisdom

Blackout

 

Blackout

(album: Tides Of War III - 2015)


[Merkules:]
It's the headbang shit
It's the headbang shit
Blackout

Everybody get ready, it's time for lift off
Spit raw, and I black out when I get pissed off
I'm too sick, you're a fucking hypochondriac
I roll up in a Pontiac and put 'em in a cardiac
You lolly-gag 'cause the only thing you've got is swag
I don't give a fuck about a hipster with a Prada bag
And just the thought of it, I get so mad
I black out and start swinging 'til I break both hands
I straight go ham, all you ever do is write styles
I'm quite wild, I spit four bars they like 'Wow, it's lights out'
I'll murder everything you write down, like right now
Like right now I'll bite of your ear, I'm Ty Fowler

[Cryptic Wisdom (Merkules):]
And those who know me know I'm not the one
To go against the road I never run
I'm 'bout to black out
(You don't want to fuck with the kid)
I'm 'bout to black out
(Let me know I've got it to get)
I'm 'bout to black out
(And nobody will hear you shout)
I'm 'bout to black out
I'm 'bout to black out

[Cryptic Wisdom:]
The nastiest in the booth, I'll have you spitting your food
Back up from your fucking stomachs, if rap isn't what you choose
Even if you conditioned to listen to my words
Half of you bitches are hitting obituaries and curbs
Kill 'em all, that's what I'm known to do when I write
I'm holding fuel with a mic and I'm one of few that's in sight
If you don't understand the damage that I can cause
The fact of the matter is it don't matter, so run your jaws
I'm so indignant, frequently and don't ventilate
If life hands you lemons I'll be pissing in your lemonade
Let's set the record straight, if you don't use your head or brain
You'll end up like that Bruno Mars cat and catch a hand grenade
But nothing gets me more resentful and grim
Then when I get compared to rappers like 'You'll never be him'
I fucking black out, and I've been known to knock your ass out
You let me in and I'ma cash out

[Cryptic Wisdom (Merkules):]
And those who know me know I'm not the one
To go against the road I never run
I'm 'bout to black out
(You don't want to fuck with the kid)
I'm 'bout to black out
(Let me know I've got it to get)
I'm 'bout to black out
(And nobody will hear you shout)
I'm 'bout to black out
I'm 'bout to black out

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