Blackout - Mads Veslelia

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