Lyrics Blackout - Mads Veslelia

Blackout

I don’t wanna rap fast, I don’t wanna rap aggressive
But I’m in a math class, and I ain’t got no answers
Better pass the measure, I got a short temper, never fought gentle
I said pass the measure, I’ma class wrecker, I’ma grab a pencil
And then I draw the hangman and just hang him
On the spot with no questions and no guessing
I don’t listen, not a yes man, not addressing my depression
I compress them, a confession
I’ma reflection of people just scratching the texture for giving me lectures
Yep, yep, then I walk out, thinking I’ma dork now
Picking up my four-pound, kidding it’s a joke pal
Living in a dope house, swimming in the raw pile
Amphetamine that mom piled
I’m more stressed out than 21 pilots
Stick chest out, as enemy’s pounding
But the next time I’m bringing in violence
Heavily guidance, damaging bodies
Irrelevant shoutings, settling silence
Devil in eyelids, revenge, impious
Revving up, mileage over the allowance
Sending in sirens, the brain is biased
Shit is never planned, I pray to stay private, hide it
But I just blackout, what do you want from me?
I blackout, you gonna run from me
I blackout, you may be grumpy
But I blackout, lash out, forever trapped in a madhouse
Blackout, you think I’m gimmicking
But I blackout, you think it’s imagery when I
I blackout, don’t have the artillery but I
Blackout, act out, you better stay in the background
Background, got used to standing in the background
No understanding for the wack clown
I used to panic in front of packed crowds
Felt like a psychic, and I read minds
And they said I’m an inbred kind
With injured mind, and a sled tied to my damn spine
But I shred lines, never bedtime and no red light can portend crises
You condemn life but I make rhymes
And then paint skies in my head like I’m insane, fine
But I’m Fred Klein
I’m in the middle of a deadline
Bellow, cannot stand crying
Plenum full of magpies
Venom in the amped eyes
Bedroom got me anti
Revel, and I analyze
Levels in my blood rise
To an instant instinct, feeling of an infinite hatred
Ever since an infant, feeding off an infamous cadence
And the engine cringes wheeling on pavement of traitors
No waiting, no laters, no «hey» there’s no favors
You rating my papers
Keep hating, no tazers
Be changing my nature
I’m facing my layers of raging, I’m anxious
I’m slating my errors, keep playing, no Aengus can save us
My status is shameless, got haters in canthus I can’t trust
But I just blackout, what do you want from me?
I blackout, you gonna run from me
I blackout, you may be grumpy
But I blackout, lash out, forever trapped in a madhouse
Blackout, you think I’m gimmicking
But I black out, you think it’s imagery when I
I black out, don’t have the artillery but I
Blackout, act out, you better stay in the background
Round x3
Trapped in a madhouse house (house x3)
I promise and I can assure you this, you get a timeout
When I get a blurry vision and dry mouth
Yeah man I’ma nerdy kid but this my house
I don’t wanna murder, shit but I’m fired up
Showing no mercy, kid better go dial-up
Mothersucking emergency, there’s no tryouts
Perky Percocets cannot ride out, pain for you when I aim for you
Go hide out, but I doubt
But I just blackout, what do you want from me?
I blackout, you gonna run from me
I blackout, you may be grumpy
But I blackout, lash out, forever trapped in a madhouse
Blackout, you think I’m gimmicking
But I blackout, you think it’s imagery when
I blackout, don’t have the artillery but I
Blackout, act out, you better stay in the background
BLACK OUT