Blackout Sermon

Lyrics

Verse 1
I walk in like a verdict, you nervous, I’m courteous, murder the mirage
Words in a vice grip, I twist them, you miss them, they brittle, I broad-
cast pain in a clean suit, mean with the wordplay, king of the detour
My pen got a blade on the tip, when I flip, I make riddles and bleed more

I got two sides, both cold, both gold when they fold in the glare
One talk like a choirboy, one leave a small riot in air
I don’t “try hard,” I glide hard, then slide by with the iron bars
Your whole style got a price tag, mine hit like a car in the dark

Double meaning in the smoke, I’m a joke that can choke and expose
You a quote in a cloak, I’m the one that unrolls what you pose
I’m a cut from another cloth, you caught in the buttons and thread
I turn "play dead" to "pay debts" when I step, leave the room seeing red

Pre-Chorus
Hear that? Thin ice
One step, big slice
I don’t bend, I bite
I don’t care, that’s life

Chorus
I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
Say it to the mirror
Watch your fear get stuck

I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
Dark cloud in my lungs
And I still rise up

Verse 2
I’m the type to make a punchline bleed, then count what it cost
Every line got a second-life, dead words come back with a boss
I got ladders in my syllables, jack-knifing the track, then I’m gone
You can’t map this, my snap switch traps kids, I’m back with the calm

From “nice guy” to “knife-eye” in a blink, that’s a vowel shift
I paint pain with a grin, then I spin, make the whole crowd lift
Name one lane I ain’t lapped in, I’m laughing while passing the pack
Got a shadow for a co-sign, my low light still crack the room black

I keep the venom in the cadence, the pattern is nasty and neat
Like I fed the beat to a machine and it came back with teeth
You can’t copy the pressure, I’m built from the friction and sparks
I turn critics to furniture, all of them stuck in the dark

Bridge
Now watch me break pace
New face, same maze
Quick tongue, razor
Flip time, cage-breaker

I’m talking in zigzags
You praying for pit stops
I’m already six moves
Ahead of the gridlock

Double Time Outro
I don’t—give—f—ck, I’m lit, I’m a blitz with a split-second switch
Hit the drift, then I dip, then I rip through the riff with a sick little twist
Spit a chessboard, check yours, you get air when the next door clicks
I been this, I bin risk, I invent fresh tense in a death grip, quick
I don’t—give—f—ck, I don’t—give—f—ck, watch the whole frame blur when I slide
Every word got a blade in its side, every bar got a scar and a stride
I’m the crash, I’m the clash, I’m the flash when the mask get torn by the heat
Then I speed—then I weave—then I leave—then I breathe—then I freeze—then repeat