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Noelz Vedere
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Blackout
(Verse 1:Noelz Vedere) Anatomic, catastrophic My profits probably passing the past of prophets Tell me now, how you gonna box death in? They better box me with legends Or past composites, beating ghosts yeah I'm shadow boxing No remorse, going horse, vocals sore tryna open doors Through just yelling, ain't no answer they listening off, I'm kicking hinges off Battering ramming the masonry 'till the case is buried Fatally dropping, paying homage is over, roll with Pagan knowledge Haters gossip - while they ask each other 'who's that?' I'm contemplating 'who's next?', to put they casket under Fight with ashy knuckles, cracking structures Light skin Danny Glover, this the wrath of summer Passing numbers like math instructors, nah you can't tame me bro I'm a paid arsonist, shout out to A-Cross, my blacker brother We savage hunters like Shaq and Kobe back with that baby fro Got that Scarface mentality when them casualties raided his home Right after he tasted the snow… Lets get it on
(Hook: Noelz Vedere) Blackout! They never gonna take my life [3x] You better hit them lights Blackout! They never gonna take my life [3x] You better hit them lights Blackout!
(Verse 2: Noelz Vedere) 'Where them club beats at? Where the flashy looks and catchy hooks?' Is what come out of they jaw 'till they jaw go catch this hook You a G right? Quit acting shook… This how Wayne Gretzky looks Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Mixed with Mark McGuire if all the wires were attached to crooks Father forgive him, I'm sinning no gods permission I've written my contradictions, my visions are hardly witnessed This liquors all in my system, take the pain out But my rhythm's not precision Still my victims gon' get it no matter the distance Turn 'em into death patients, check statements In a blessed haven I'm Wes Craven Got the North, South, East, and the West craving The whole nation want that raw But my city on the map, killing all my enemies to the death I will turn your serendipity to black You ain't gotta ask, every time I get up on a track You could bet its a click clack (gun shot) I ain't playing no games, mufuckin' outlaw The rest of y'all should be out lawed Unorthodox swinging south paw with my arms crossed Make glass out that lock jaw Moment of silence, devil inside while I mold 'em with kindness Give me the throne cause I'm known as your Higness You better start holding your bibles
(Hook: Noelz Vedere) Blackout! They never gonna take my life [3x] You better hit them lights Blackout! They never gonna take my life [3x] You better hit them lights Blackout!
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