Blackout

(Verse 1: Noelz Vedere)
Anatomic, catastrophic
My profits probably passing the past of prophets
Tell me now, how you gonna box death in? They better box me with legends
Or past composites, beating ghosts yeah I'm shadow boxing
No remorse, going horse, vocals sore tryna open doors
Through just yelling, ain't no answer they listening off, I'm kicking hinges off
Battering ramming the masonry 'till the case is buried
Fatally dropping, paying homage is over, roll with Pagan knowledge
Haters gossip - while they ask each other "who's that?"
I'm contemplating "who's next?", to put they casket under
Fight with ashy knuckles, cracking structures
Light skin Danny Glover, this the wrath of summer
Passing numbers like math instructors, nah you can't tame me bro
I'm a paid arsonist, shout out to A-Cross, my blacker brother
We savage hunters like Shaq and Kobe back with that baby fro
Got that Scarface mentality when them casualties raided his home
Right after he tasted the snow… Lets get it on

(Hook: Noelz Vedere)
Blackout!
They never gonna take my life [3x]
You better hit them lights
Blackout!
They never gonna take my life [3x]
You better hit them lights
Blackout!

(Verse 2: Noelz Vedere)
"Where them club beats at? Where the flashy looks and catchy hooks?"
Is what come out of they jaw 'till they jaw go catch this hook
You a G right? Quit acting shook… This how Wayne Gretzky looks
Mixed with Mark McGuire if all the wires were attached to crooks
Father forgive him, I'm sinning no gods permission
I've written my contradictions, my visions are hardly witnessed
This liquors all in my system, take the pain out
But my rhythm's not precision
Still my victims gon' get it no matter the distance
Turn 'em into death patients, check statements
In a blessed haven I'm Wes Craven
Got the North, South, East, and the West craving
The whole nation want that raw
But my city on the map, killing all my enemies to the death
I will turn your serendipity to black
You ain't gotta ask, every time I get up on a track
You could bet its a click clack (gun shot)
I ain't playing no games, mufuckin' outlaw
The rest of y'all should be out lawed
Unorthodox swinging south paw with my arms crossed
Make glass out that lock jaw
Moment of silence, devil inside while I mold 'em with kindness
Give me the throne cause I'm known as your Higness
You better start holding your bibles

(Hook: Noelz Vedere)
Blackout!
They never gonna take my life [3x]
You better hit them lights
Blackout!
They never gonna take my life [3x]
You better hit them lights
Blackout!