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