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letra de dark freestyle - dmx

yeah, dizzark
yeah, uh, come on, bring it back
one time, one time for the motherf-ckin’ mind
i beat that b-st-rd n-gga
uh, the darker n-gga, the darker n-gga

ayo, i gots to hear the beat so i can eat, aight?
if i can’t live, you can’t live, ain’t nothin sweet
b-tch ass n-ggas think it’s all about versace
a week later them n-ggas talkin about “yo, x got me!
thought he was my man, but he act like he ain’t know me
i knew he had the joint, but i didn’t wanna make him show me
that n-gga be buggin, stickin’ cats up and random
doing his dirt and disappearin like the phantom
n-ggas can’t stand him!”, but ask me if i care
‘cuz what i used to givе a f-ck about, just ain’t there
and ain’t nothing fair, i knew this for a long timе
thats why with ever wrong crime comes another strong rhyme
and thats mo’ time under the belt, you felt what i had
and i shouldn’t have even done it, thats what made this sh-t sad
i’m doin’ bad, but if i gots to feel it, you gots to feel it
and if a n-gga can’t afford it, then i gots to steal it
and that’s how real it gets when this sh-t hits the fan
you still tryin to get the man, first catch up with the man
then we gon’ see what you made of
if your sh-t ain’t pumpin kool-aid, what you afraid of?
the monster under the bed, three or four slugs to the head
or ya babies mother missing for a month, found dead
worms comin’ from places you stuck yo d-ck in
maggots got the b-tch covered and the smell’s sickening
plastic don’t hide the smell for too long, i do wrong
and so i don’t have nightmares i forget about it, move on
keep gettin my groove on, ‘cuz that sh-t could f-ck with you
keep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with you
n-ggas try their luck with you, ‘cuz they smell ass
and money if you p-ssy, i’m gonna be able to tell fast
so cop out to this smack across the face in this robbery
i’m on a robbin spree, and ain’t no stoppin me
on this real, thats why a n-gga stay writin
‘cuz kid this sh-t is real, what you think, we play fightin’?
you must of saw something funny, or never saw something bl–dy
or you don’t know that i’ll bring it to your door ‘cuz i’m cruddy
like putty, when i hold you n-ggas, i mold you n-ggas
i done told you n-ggas, that i been owed you n-ggas
for that sh-t you did that you wasn’t built for
sh-t i guess you that didn’t know you do get k!lled for
i done filled four n-ggas up with the extended clip
just like i blew this joint down with the extended rip
or that non-stop, when the bomb drops
i’mma take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms block
from here to comstock, n-ggas is gettin’ bust wide
cell gangsters last night from lock out just died
ain’t nowhere to hide and ain’t nowhere to run
what more can they do to a man that ain’t been done
a mind is a terrible thing to waste
especially if it’s all over the place, your mind all over his face
how do brains taste, when they mixed with gunpowder?
semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder
i got som’thin to fix pain when i kicks game
’cause i’mma flowed off more tracks than the 6 train
you ’bout to get flamed, from ash to ashes to dirt
but you gon’ go with the dough that your life was worth, motherf-cker!
dizzark mizzam izzex
steve black on the ‘1-and-2′
?, ’cause it’s real
ya’meen? one love boomer!
grrr… n-ggas ain’t ready
n-ggas is not ready, no matter what
the dark, the dark, uh uh uh, the dark
haha, the dark baby!

- dmx

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