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The Dark

 

The Dark

(album: Subtle Meditation - 2018)


Ay take your eyes off the prize, you could lose it all
It's common sense, it's evident inside my crystal ball
The writing's on the wall but you can't even read the words
Fuck what you heard, it gets absurd
We'll search the ends of the earths surface for resources
Still porous, poised to point out all the hypocrisies
A Mephistopheles, a Socrates mixed with a lot of weed
My cryogenic sentence in your spirit, you can feel it mayne
The words get in your brain and bloodstream
Re-arrange your DNA
These phony niggas dip like a chip, I call it Frito Lay
Relay the message back to 'em, backstabbers get boxed out
The molly whop, the tomahawk, the blade to take his top off
Like strippers shaking asses in two-door coupes with the roof gone
They speak a different language, I'm bilingual and nuanced
A laundry list of money launderers lounging, you been warned
We get the bread and spread it out like Grey Poupon
This gift of gab will cut the price in half like two coupons
Can chop it up like gentleman and get down to the grimy shit
In line like rollerblades and motorcades
I'm known to call a spade a spade
I'll take the rain check and we can converse at a later date
Hope you got a plan b and a saving grace
I'll scrape your plate then make a great escape and take all the cake, you can keep a crumb
On second thought I'll take that crumb
I won't leave you with none
A fucking monster bitch, I only dine with godzillas and gorillas and godfather, mob figures get it nigga?
Picture it clear like it's like Picasso painted this himself nigga
Sistine Chapel, my dining hall it look like wealth nigga
Reflection of myself, this shit was made in my image
You in my presence, that's a blessing
Don't forget that shit, nigga

Why you want to play wit' yo' life
Why you want to play wit' yo' life, life, life, life, life
Why you want to play wit' yo' life
Why you want to play wit' yo' life, life, life, life, life
Why you want to play wit' yo' life
Why you want to play wit' yo' life, life, life, life, life
Why you want to play wit' yo' life
Why you want to play wit' yo'

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