Letras
Ohh, you think darkness is your ally
You merely adopted the dark
I was born in it
Molded by it
My black out ain't dark nor evil’ish, but more like never-ending and infinite
My black is beautiful in every sense, like taste and touch, see, hear, and sniff
My 6th is like I’m time traveling, at a light speed to bring it back again
From a black hole where all my thoughts exist with no way to escape til I'm rapping it
Some shit that Neil DeGras can't comprehend, cause science fiction ain't what I'm rappin’ in
Factual whenever I'm dropping gems, got the sweet science like a boxing gym
Count to 10 and ring that bell again, I blacked and left it flat on the mat again
Do it big as heavyweight champions, it's more than body weight I'm carrying
Weighs a ton whenever I grab the pen, calligraphic with subpar penmanship
Feel the ink can drip from my finger tips, because I'm hands on with it like fingerprints
Put my right hand to God, that this right hand of mine still write down the lines, and write down the rhymes
And my only ghost writer is the holy ghost writer, if heard it through the grapes that came out divine
No need to wine, ain’t Stella but I rose with the back groove on my back like I mountain climbed
But my mind ain’t surprised if I still ain't reach the bottom of the sky
Last I checked I couldn't really fly, know that if I fall I might die
Ain’t nothing left in me but a try, guess I'm in the void like O-I
I-O-U, nothing but the truth, & truth is don't know what I'm gon’ do
Y'all just playing like you outside, I been outchea’ since my youth
Search the whole world find something new, exploring with no Dora & Boots
Ain't have no map to take on this route, still in my bag to help me get through
I just found myself booth, like Clark Kent when ripping off suits
20 years in disguise peeping corporate lies they ain't recognize I'm the spook
That sat by door, stacking my doe, watching 'em come and watching 'em go
Watch it revolve as I it took all the notes, I do the same when watching the globe
Trotted the globe like the game is a show, got the And 1 cause it’s foul on the low
Skip to my Lou couldn’t skip to pros, no skipping steps on the path a I chose
Walk through the valley of shadows on my own,
Death to the weapons that’s trying to form
Feeling like Bane this where I’m born, might as well make it my home, I guess I’ll
Black out my crib , black out my home
Black out my whips, & I even black out my clothes
I black out
I black out
Black out on friends, black out on foes
Black out my on film, surely gon’ black out on flows
I black out
I black out