Blackout
J.M.L. Lyrics


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(Jay) Fuck that
(This is it right here baby)
You know what it is

Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R T with the matchin' bandana
38-snub blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phoning your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green
I need the bugy, even though I look, right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
(They call me) Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip
Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (Yeah)
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck

Yo when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggas my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Make car money, check with Sheek, go fuck with a hoe
I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheek in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes
And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in yo' spine
Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?

Ayo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin' legit
You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick
Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale"
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggas eager to die?
I tell all my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
Motherfucker

Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, til it all went insane
Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came
I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name
'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin '
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'
Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top (Uh-huh)
Where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other, I'm the meanest
Toughest Don Dada, the gun butt ya
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya, motherfuckers
Y'all niggas 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other

Grr. I'm headed nowhere fast
Run in the place, gat in my waist
Niggas wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
So now what I do? Start namin' names again (What)
All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart (Uh)
Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggas
Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz (Aight)
Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth
Got my dogs covered (Uh)
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered (What)
"It's Dark," and I love it! (Uh)




Get him boy, let him loose (C'mon)
You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot (C'mon)

Overall Meaning

J.M.L.'s song Blackout is a collaboratively intense song that flaunts the hoodlum persona in the rap world. The three rappers, Jadakiss, Styles P, and Sheek Louch, who produced the song as a group called The Lox, are frustrated with the game's indecisiveness and the need for the complete bounce-back. The first verse, delivered by Jadakiss, puts forth his new-found fortune, whereas the second line talks about how they staked their boundaries and shifted their focus towards a record deal. The second segment sung by Sheek paints an image of their disgusting way of life, where drugs, money, and women are the norm, and everything else is a mere afterthought. The last verse comes from Styles P, who delivers a vehement threat to anyone who intends to cross them.


The song is a celebration of their traditional lifestyle and an acknowledgment of their stage's failings. The lyrics to Blackout can be seen as a call to all those who have been let down by the establishment or have experienced personal failure, and are now able to capitalize on their chances. J.M.L.'s song Blackout can hit the sweet spot for hip-hop fans looking for an anthem about the strength of the individual in the face of adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, I used to have bad luck
In the past, I had a lot of misfortune


Now you might see me in a Jag truck
But now I'm doing well, driving a luxury Jaguar truck


Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck
I'm either with an attractive woman or a less desirable one


Double-R T with the matching bandana
I have a Rolls-Royce car with a matching bandana


38-snub blue steel with no hammer
I carry a compact 38 caliber pistol without a visible hammer


And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
I notice that you all are trying to look at my expensive jewelry


'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Because I'm flaunting the amount of money I made from your record deal on my wrist


Phoning your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
I'm calling your women while intoxicated, drinking Corona beer with lemon


And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green
And despite everything, I'm still writing amazing songs and smoking marijuana


I need the bugy, even though I look, right in the beam
I desire the expensive Bugatti car, even though it attracts a lot of attention


Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
If a judge discovers that my associates are involved, he will increase their bail amounts


Niggas throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
Artists include us in their albums to increase their sales


We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label
We invest our earnings and focus on securing a record deal


'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
Because the people in the rural areas will attempt to harm you


(They call me) Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
They call me Raspy, and I only reveal what I want you to know


Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't want me to blow
I don't care about your questions, you likely don't want me to succeed


I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip
I have a great deal of influence and can avoid certain situations


Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
I'm generally a good person, but I can also become aggressive


You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (Yeah)
You pay $30 for Jadakiss and $100 for The L.O.X.


And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
If we have a good relationship, I will write a catchy chorus for your song


Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a z-bull's my pet
I wager the amount of money in my bank account, and I own a pitbull as a pet


And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
And you can be certain that he will cause significant harm to someone


Yo when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like Swanson
When I fire my gun, I kill people and they end up like fish in a Swanson's TV dinner


New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
I am the modern-day version of notorious gangster Bumpy Johnson, instilling fear in all of you


Sheek Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
Sheek Louch is the kind of person who would set your beds on fire using gasoline


And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine
Consider this a warning, if any of you survive until morning, I won't mind


Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I advise you to go to the neighborhood and retrieve what rightfully belongs to me


I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I want you to show me respect, so hide your flashy jewelry


I got niggas my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
I have friends who are the same age as my father, but their way of life hasn't changed


It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
My routine involves waking up and selling drugs, but doing it cautiously


Make car money, check with Sheek, go fuck with a hoe
I earn enough money to buy a car, check in with Sheek, and spend time with women


I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
I wear a waist-length mink coat and a do-rag beneath my baseball cap


And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
I don't care about my hairstyle, but my Timberland boots are always fresh


That's Sheek in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes
Sheek Louch is the one who dresses up in the club, as he doesn't care much about shoes


And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I promise on my friend's life, let it be known and recorded


I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
I shoot you thirty times in the head, all in the same spot


'Cause we got the same goal, and you try and tamper with mine?
Because we have the same objective, and you're attempting to interfere with mine?


Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in yo' spine
Don't push me to the point where I leave you paralyzed with a bullet in your spine


Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
If you mess with me, you'll end up being a forgotten person, just like someone who used to sell drugs


Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?
I was already making money before I forced you to give me a share of your drug profits, are you insane?


Ayo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
Catch me with a .38 caliber revolver loaded with ammunition


In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
In a 1998 Lincoln car, enjoying a meal of pasta shells


Order to go, always got a box of L's
I order my food to take away and always have a box of marijuana cigarettes


Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
I smoke marijuana, keep a low profile, and drink Heineken beer


I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I'm Pinero (a reference to Jay-Z's real name), and I dislike treacherous or dishonest people


I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
I boast and taunt others because I consider myself the second best rapper, with The Notorious B.I.G. being the first


Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
You all have been dominated or defeated, so let me talk to your superior


'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
Because I enjoy playing chess and I'm skilled with a revolver


If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
If I don't like someone, I don't even care about their existence


I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin' legit
I rap, and I'm just a former criminal trying to go straight


You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick
You only carry a gun if you're involved in drug trafficking


Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
Use common sense, if law enforcement is after you, you should flee to the Bahamas and lay low


L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from 'Bronx Tale'
The L.O.X. (rap group) receives respect similar to Sonny, a character from the movie 'Bronx Tale'


Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
The L.O.X. and DMX form the powerful Ruff Ryder music group


Thirsty to live, are y'all niggas eager to die?
We have a strong desire to live, but are you all so eager to die?


I tell all my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
I instruct all my friends to stay loyal, and I won't abandon them without any money


I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
I have a monstrous talent, hibernating during winters and then producing hot songs like it's summer


Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
I'm a hood guy who's achieving massive success comparable to Will Smith


Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
I am surrounded by luxury cars like BMW 6 Series and Hummers, and attractive women are always present


Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
I'm trying to avoid being influenced or corrupted by the nonsense around me


It started from hunger, til it all went insane
It all began because of our hunger for success, but it has now become chaotic and uncontrollable


Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number
Now that I've become successful, women are paying attention to the expensive chains I wear


The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The women I used to manipulate see that my phone number is now private


The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came
The days of using beepers are over, and you are now dead because the Grim Reaper has arrived


I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name
I advise people to stop mentioning my name


'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
Because I assure you, you'll still face the consequences and feel the intensity even when it's raining


I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'
I continue to move stealthily, while the streets observe my actions, and I continue to shoot


Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'
Others are hot-headed, and my bullets are precisely targeting them


Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not
I rap to earn money, but I'm more focused on pursuing women, not just any woman


I just circle 'round the block in a drop
I simply drive around the neighborhood in a convertible car


Tell them jump through the top (Uh-huh)
I challenge others to compete against me (Uh-huh)


Where the sun roof used to be
Although my car's sunroof is no longer there


I could see y'all not used to me
I can tell that you're not accustomed to seeing me this way


Nigga flows like none other, I'm the meanest
My rap flows are unparalleled, I'm the most aggressive


Toughest Don Dada, the gun butt ya
I'm the toughest boss, I'll hit you with the butt of my gun


You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
You act tough and shoot a lot, but none of your shots hit their target


I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya, motherfuckers
I'm the type who gets excited when my bullets actually hit you, Motherfuckers


Y'all niggas 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other
You are all about to witness a powerful family or group that is unrivaled


Grr. I'm headed nowhere fast
I'm not making any progress or going anywhere quickly


Run in the place, gat in my waist
I enter a location with my gun tucked in my waist


Niggas wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
Others wanted to challenge or confront me, but they wouldn't directly confront me


So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
So what does that mean? You guys are once again playing games or being insincere


So now what I do? Start namin' names again (What)
So what should I do? Should I start calling out specific people again (What)


All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart (Uh)
All of you assholes know that I speak honestly and earnestly (Uh)


Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
Pretend as if you don't know, but The L.O.X. will still provoke and threaten you


We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggas
We can escalate the situation, but to level the playing field, you should bring more people


Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four niggas (Aight)
Styles, Sheek, Jay, and I will bring four people to confront you (Aight)


Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about
You guys should stop pretending, because the people you have overlooked or underestimated will be the ones who harm you


That'll get you shot in your mouth
Those people will shoot you in the mouth


Got my dogs covered (Uh)
I protect my loyal friends (Uh)


Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered (What)
Moreover, everything is going well, just like when chicken is covered in gravy (What)


"It's Dark," and I love it! (Uh)
"It's Dark" and I enjoy the darkness or ambiguity of it all! (Uh)


Get him boy, let him loose (C'mon)
Release the attack dog and let him go (C'mon)


You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot (C'mon)
Do you want to face the dog? Get a gun and let him shoot (C'mon)




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, KASSEEM DEAN, SEAN JACOBS, JASON PHILLIPS, EARL SIMMONS, DAVID STYLES

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