Blackout

[Intro]
Black: destitute of light, devoid of color, enveloped in darkness, hence utterly dismal or gloomy, as "the future looked black"
You're good with them words, eh?
Soiled with dirt, foul, sullen, hostile, forbidding, as "a black day"

[Chorus]
Blackout
My God, I'm 'bout to blackout
Yes, Lord, I'm 'bout to blackout
My God, I'm 'bout to blackout
Yes, Lord, I'm 'bout to black out
My God, I'm 'bout to blackout
Yes, Lord, I'm 'bout to blackout
My God, I'm 'bout to blackout
Yes, Lord

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's just Del on his business
Oh, dog, I'm a menace
Yeah, I got a couple winners
But the kid ain't finished
Sinners still gon' keep sinning
Christians always repenting
Turn around and start sinnin'
And got the nerve to judge sinners
Somethin' 'bout that ain't addin' up
Took a [?] and they [?]
Homie, we ain't been mad enough
They then back on the funky stuff
Got me angry, put my fisticuff
Black power's imprisonment
Tell the white man that's a color

[Clip]
Let's look up white
White: of the color of pure snow, uh, reflecting all the rays of the spectrum, the opposite of black, uh, free from spot or blemish, innocent, pure. Huh, ain't that somethin'? Without evil intent, harmless, honest

[Verse 2]
Am I black 'cause my skin?
Am I black 'cause my sin?
Am I black 'cause I was born to lose and you're white and this is to win?
Guess I'm too righteous to win
Look what they did to Martin
Now you expect me to sing?
I'm 'bout to make freedom reign
I'm 'bout to make freedom bang
I'm 'bout to make freedom Django
You got it wrong, I'm not Harpo
Goodie Mobbin' like Cee-Lo
Tell them folks we dance no mo'
[?] for the white folk
Shoutout to all of my kinfolk
Goin' ham 'cause we been broke
You out there actin' like Sambo
Where they dressin' a lambo
AK like you spray folks
You ain't 'bout that and we know
Stop bein' Satan's puppy
For the paper, you love it
But the paper never brought you freedom
You still a slave, that ain't lovely, man
God, ain't no one above it
This Word of God, I'ma shove it
Down your throat until you get to know
That black folks, we ain't budgin'
God, ain't no one above it
Word of God, I'ma shove it
Down your throat until you get to know
That black folks is still strugglin'

[Clip]
That the images of Jesus that are on prison walls and churches throughout the world are not historically correct because history teaches us that Jesus was born in a region where the people had color. There's proof in the very Bible that you ask us to read, in Revelations, first chapter, verse 14 and 15, that Jesus had hair like wool and feet the color of brass
And just, just what are you saying?
I'm not saying anything. I'm proving to you that Jesus was not, and I'ma quote one of our Indian brothers, He was not a paleface. A-ha! Amen