[Verse 1: Briggs]
The brothers are back, they pay stacks to see 'em
Fuck it up worse than Eso in a wax museum
This plastic scene like Plasticine
You see the mould is old and the facts are being
That I rock shows like I had four clones
Eight microphones, and cuss so much it sounds like Morse Code
So fuck you and where your horse go
Cause once you see dorsal it's too late, that's ya torso

[Verse 2: Trials]
Call me the man that's (2 black) with a plan that's (2 strong)
Said authority keep stopping me then asking me to move on
That's calculated, medicine is out of date and man
They fucking love it when you sound afraid but this is not that one
This my mother's black son, driving like I stole it
Blind-folded and eyes closed, wearing a pair of bifocals
And I'm still rocking, them black bodies still dropping
Still filling prisons, still filling coffins

[Break: Briggs & Trials]
A.B. Original
A.B. Original
A. (A) B. (B) Original
A. (A) B. (B) Original

[Hook 1: Trials]
It's the blackout, yeah, brothers in the area
Smart black man with a plan, nothing scarier
Now blackout, yeah, they still wanna
Kick the blacks out, yeah, I get the feeling
That I'm dead even though I'm still here walking
All said and done I can still hear talking
Now blackout, yeah, they still wanna
Kick the blacks out, yeah, they still wanna kick the

[Verse 3: Briggs]
They could never do it better than this
And if they say that they did then terrorists win
It's the A.B. Orig-in-al they are
Bringing that dope shit even if they aren't
They wouldn't know rap if it jabbed their trap
And snapped their back (damn near put your face in your lap)
I'm like a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair
Watching your demise with a stoggie in a deckchair

[Verse 4: Trials]
I let 'em check the method, roll another blunt until a chest infection
Right up till it sounds like a dial-up internet connection
Get it like it's credit at the deli when you're hanging
More raptours than John Hammond god damn it
Bring a famine to your food court in just one lunch
Till I'm happy as a pig: two girls, one cup
Brother run up and get wrecked mate, Netflix and chill
Till I hit it with that Scott Disick Didick then I peel

[Pre-Hook: Trials]
Said it don't, it don't, it don't
It don't? It don't get more blacker than this
It don't, it don't, it don't
It don't? It don't get more blacker than this

[Collision: Briggs]
These motherfuckers just never listen. It's like they never got flogged, they never got hidings. Where's your fucking dads at? Fuck is wrong with you?

[Hook 2: Briggs]
It's the blackout, 2 black, 2 strong
2 wrongs made it right, been white too long
It's the blackout, it's everything that you fear
Tired of this shit, like I've had a good year
It's the blackout, like when Suge bailed Pac out
Like what you see before you tap out
It's the blackout, like you didn't see it coming
It's the blackout, like I'm here with my cousins

[Pre-Verse: Briggs]
The atheist afraid couldn't handle the God (you scared?)
They handle the pipe and try to handle the nod
Was gonna dismantle your squad, the damage was done, you flopped
Somethin' like Kardashian socks: Rob

[Verse 5: Trials]
You can catch me at that pie cart
Maxing out my tab with Gina Rinehart (that's frightening)
I hit you with that Andrew Bolt of lighting
Right inside your fucking comfort zone, choking from them undertones
You catered to the nature of the dumb and watched your bunda grow

[Break: Briggs & Trials ([?])]
Too black (too black)
Too strong (too strong)
Too black (too black)
Too strong (too strong)
Too black (too black)
Too strong (too strong)
Too strong (too strong)
Too strong (too strong)

[Outro: Briggs & Trials]
Yo T, I went to the doctor and he checked my heart
And I bet that it was black
Yeah, he says that shit's not healthy
And I bet that it was black
Yeah, like they're not meant to be black
And I bet that it was black
Yeah, that's what I said
And I bet that it was
That's not right