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letra de the dark is here - dmx

[intro dmx]

yeah yeah yeah yeah
dark man x – dmx for short
dizzark, straight out the grizzound
top going dizzown, clizown
n-ggas ain’t built for war

[verse 1: dmx]
running through n-ggas, that’s how i do n-ggas
and two n-ggas that nothing for me, when they saw me
looked the other way then tried then they tried to ignore me
cause i put holes, like foot holes, in n-gga’s b-ttholes
stomp a mudhole, and when i cut hoes, the f-cking blood flows
gushing, busting n-ggas wide, i was 10 when i died
the walking dead, with the infrared by my side
keeping n-ggas in line, like a parade
then they scatter like roaches when they get sprayed with raid
blow like a grenade, play them like spades is the plan, now
which part of “suck my d-ck” don’t you understand, you best
act like you know, or get
smacked like a hoe, we could scr-p toe-to-toe
but yo, i’m strapped with the fo’
pound, and i’m down for mine, with the crime
and if i gots to do time, f-ck it, i don’t mind
i handle my business and i shoot snitches
cause i know nowadays, n-ggas is more ass than luke’s b-tches
it’s all good, i’m still out, knock on wood
robbing/robin n-ggas like my last name is hood, ’cause i could
yo, i’m out that mob that goes to rob
the mad scheme to get green without the job
i’ve housed more n-ggas than a shelter
and if a n-gga ever felt a helter skelter, it would melt the brain, cause the pain is too much to bear
let there be dark, for the dark is here
[pudgee]
call me the copacabana, ill grammar
juiced the lady from tropicana, you’re bullsh-t like hammer, and, uh?
come to think of it, you won’t get far. ‘nough respect
’cause i swinging more epps than omar
been to h-ll and back, held hands with god, cruiser
foes is easy, part ’em like red seas by moses
ok, ok, ok
anyway what you got to say eh eh
my lyrics come off of the head like a toupee
but you can’t touch me, because i had behind my force-field
your style is tired like an automobile
creep tlc on the low with the flow
and competition, listen, i slay/sleigh them like snow
i be quick to size it, like the sun/son i’m rising
set it off when i come across like the horizon
like ted danson, n-ggas give me cheers
i’m too deaf for you to kick that flavor in my ear
i rock like crack, rock a soul on your block
won’t stop, give you more knots than an episode of cops
and i still say that you can’t see me
like miss jones, “this is where i wanna be”

[ran reed]
you ain’t no gangster
f-ggot ass n-gga, stop fronting on
i be that kid you and your crew ain’t got nothing on
i flip over beats that’s supplied by nick
b-tches heard we making moves so now they ride the d-ck
trying to take my f-cking loot
but they ain’t that cute
i got something for they ass: it’s a big black boot
catch me slipping? never, ’cause i’m always on point
smoke a blunt, f-ck a joint
grab the mic then anoint
competition, i write two ‘r’s across they forehead
my metaphors is leaving n-ggas with a sore head
pain k!llers couldn’t even k!ll the pain
i make you go insane, like the jamaican on a train
so refrain from any stupid thoughts that you have
blowing up, just a tad, jealous n-ggas getting mad
but that’s life, so face the f-cking facts
i specialize in breaking backs, and ripping over flavored tracks

- dmx

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