Yo this for my brother out in the ville strugglin, hickory I see you, Charlotte I'm holding it down. I got dude out in Canada, I got dude out in Maine, and dude out in California. Lets Go. When they gonna learn, hating on this is a mistake. What the fuck they want? for me to drop another mix tape? You want it, you got it. But I ain't name droppin' cuz they ain't even worth what this mic time cost me. Mom always said, make sure that I was flossin' and she's a fucking dentist. Lord is my witness, Imma get it in like she did but these lyrics are my business and it's multiplyin, like where the fuck is the division? Man they never saw this comin but now I got em runnin and ducking, out my line a fire, but i don't give a fuckn' Imma cut down anyone in my way, any day they wanna play they're gonna learn quick this ain't a fucking game. It's fucking business. And the first to falls them two time bitches. Next to goes, them fake ass friends them hoes tried to get with. Third to falls, the ones that had the balls to talk a lot of shit then tryin' get with this. Man fuck your hug fuck your handshake and last of all mother fucker, fuck your friendship. now you wanna show love but where the fuck was you when i was all alone scribblin down notes singing this shit thru a laptop three years later mother fucker it still ain't stopped. And I ain't ever bought a beat mother fucker I just take it. And I don't ever start the beef, but goddamn son I'll break ya. If you're steppin to me, you're making a mistake kid. Yeah, Yeah it's Blackouts mother fucker and I will come back in on you. You see me Oso? You see me King Ben? Let's go! Must I pay what cost to be a boss? Still searching for a Jesus, and his cross. I won't give the devil the pleasure of tar n' featherin me man its peddle to the metal. Ridin out of hell searchin for the first pedestal that I can find and prayin, man I'm tired... Of being afraid of dying. Tired of begging for forgiveness now I'm more concerned with forgiving. And spending as much time on this mic laying down my life, this is my diary and I'm dying These are my last words man I'm trying... To rise above the jealous mother fuckers only concerned with holding me down this is my crown! And I wear it well! I'll see you in hell! Mother fuckers know it's Blackouts, learn the name well!!! Let's go (3x) And we let this beat ride Imma come back in I think it's about time. This ain't music? prove it, do it! Man I'm confused with dudes talking shit, crews can get chewed quick like toothpicks. this ain't a game, it's a business. So what if these tracks sound rough? They go against the grain... That Scott Vogel Stuff. You think these videos are amusin? I know bitches that's diggin' what I'm doin'. Could be the one your screwin, could be your mom jammin out to her ipod whiles she's vacuumin. Second thought, this ain't music it's a movement. This ain't off the dome, it's rehearsed, pre written. I gotta plan ahead to keep spittin deep thinkin. Too much on my mind to write it all or type it all. What can I say? You're dudes nasty... Like a smelly slew, with no boobs, mad pubes, and bad acne. Yeah I'm laughin' and grapplin' with any opposition in my way trying to distract me. Trying to come at me on the mic is fine, but if we meet in real life mother fucker... You might just catch a reaction. It's Blackouts.. Let's Fucking Go

You know what time it is, it's time to get it in It's time to get it in. You know what time it is, it's time to get it in. I came in in '06 you know exactly what I did. I lit em up, they burn slow, tip of a blunt ;) Throw them lighters up if you at the show, if it coming out the radio, go ahead and turn it up! I gave you all my all, but I never gave a fuck. No never that, yes only this... I got a fan in your bitch! I'm in demand by the Sith. And they only deal in absolutes, that's why they deal with me, I'm the absolute truth. And if that's a crime, Blackouts is fucking guilty.. These tracks I lay down in-front of you, that's my own fucking proof. So sentence me, my enemies they coming for me. Brawlin hard, like Artest in the seats... Or as Camby says, "I throw that bitch the D"... fence me out? Fucking please! Blackouts is getting in, even if it's ending me. Lets Go. You know what time it is, it's time to get it in. It's time to get it in. You know what time it is, it's time to get it in. Friends turn to enemies, forgive them all in the end. Hit or miss, Blackouts is aiming for the fences. I got a mistress turned Misses, so I had to scratch a few bad bitches off my hit list. Goddamn I'm gonna miss em, but I'll never say I'm gonna miss this. Cuz I'm never gonna leave, like a house guest who's over stayed his welcome. THEM CITY KIDS STILL HATIN DOG... Man what the hell then? Maybe I should quit now, save myself embarrassment. Or maybe I should dig deeper, dig them trenches... Oso get the weapons. I'm a war chief... Therese where the hell my headdress, more like where the hell my head at. I need something concrete, I need enemies hating on me, so I can saw them up. I'm shark teeth they're fresh meat. Misses defeat never met me, she's chilling with your team. Fuck that crazy bitch! I take a puff of the blunt, and sip... on a Heineken and I pick a track to rip. You know what time it is? It's time to get it in! You know what time it is, it's time to get it in! IT'S TIME TO GET IT IN!

Carter: It's been a long long time, Since I've seen You. On a suicide mission. Flying in the sky, kamikaze, I'm a self made missile. I shoot these videos, who's gives a fuck about a pistol? Haters trippin out, like their asses gettin visuals. But I'm jammin out, to this mother fuckin fiddle. Piano in the background, King Ben I got you. These beats are all tight dog, can't nobody stop you. These beats are all nice dog, we gotta make a part two! Carter: It's been a long long time, since I've seen you. When I colab, You know I go h.a.m. Haters gettin mad, but I don't give a damn. I tell ya what I want, I tell ya how I feel. Comin live from the Ville, you know we keep it real. Still in the Attic, still goin at it. Tryinta make a million dollars we moving in a mansion. WE MOVING IN A MANSION Carter: It's been a long long time, since I've see you. You can't stop us, we headin to the toppas, like this mountain ain't a problem. Got a hundred of em, but you ain't on the list, you on some gossip drama. Who are you to tell me I can't do this? two albums in, you ain't on a hook yet. But you all up in my booklets, flip them pages Russian roulette when you looking. King Ben gave me this beat, I took it and cooked it. You mistook me, you accused me, now I'm laughin at who's lookin. Flip that round cuz I'm spittin, I'm spittin crooked! Carter: It's been a long long time, since I've seen you. LA LA LA LA LA L AL ALALLALALAL LAL ALAL LA LA LA