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letra de darkside - dna tru lyricist

[intro]
oh, you think darkness is your ally. but you merely adopted the dark; i was born in it, moulded by it. i didn’t see the light until i was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding!

[dna]
what up motherf-ckers! it’s your motherf-cking boy, d-n-a! along with the homie, it’s k-fix, and that man, splytsecond! all you motherf-cking rappers out there, thinking you going hard and sh-t, you don’t even know the definition of rap, but that’s aight cause we here to learn you something! you gon learn today motherf-ckers, you gon learn today!

[verse 1: dna]
it’s halloween 2014
everything that cross our path is a poor thing
i murder everything every time i’m recording
where you goin’, you ain’t makin’ it out, dorothy
for the wicked witch from the west it’s the wicked beast from the east
and i stick in my teeth in deep when i’m devouring
i’m in the (?), in the night i in prowl
like darkness will be surrounding, i’m leavin’ in the morning
cause i’m a motherf-ckin’ (nerve wreck)
beast eliminating, call me (the rock)
blowin’ arrow comin’ at you (sure shot)
swingin’ the corn, shake ’em, leavin’ ’em (corrupt)
when you dealin’ with me, i be in the (word spot)
thinkin’ you could beat me, you gon’ (learn now)
smashin’ your face and pretend the (curve top)
all this victory, fatality, i’m (burned out) (you’re not)
ready for the dna (i burn spots)
open up the whisky 2nd (sure enough)
someone try to test it for the (sure stuff, sure what)
in the h-ll again, thinkin’ you doin’
doin’ nothing but standing and ready to get at you
and a machete be splittin’ through em
i’m a motherf-ckin’ wh-r–fanatic, ain’t no ignoring the static
when i be comin’ with the (brrr-up)
you thinkin’ and breakin’ your bed, i’m leavin’ you severed and cut in your neck line
thinking you’re running the match with talent, your buddy comparing to tech n9ne
it’s funny you cut up an (?), no one believe that i’m bringin’ the best line
you better be off that ice, the lyrical mask, i’m gonna wreck my
top off the moment, i’m bringin’ the natural lyricism, yes i’m
f-ck it, i’m better than playboy the beast and you can bet i’m
on another level than twisted insane and crucified
if an enemy be thinkin’ to test mine
b-tch you’re gonna respect mine

[verse 2: k-fix]
once upon a time, i was on a grind
nothin’ but stackin’ these f-ckin’ papers on my mind
finna get back to the basics, i’m takin’ the microphone
i’m leavin’ ’em wasted, erased i’m like the gun on my waist, i’m bangin’ everytime
better switch up to the nasa with my prime i’ma replenish to the pistol i’m packin and namin’ officially inaccurate
pin and get it crackin’ and the missile i’m pistol packin’
they have ’em in rivers and (?) in the city b-tches havin’ it
sill up on my life upon alive with the rhyme
never stop underground, i’ma put it down ‘tii i shine
and on the chopperless, choppin’ ’em with the lies of the time
hope it was gonna die, compet-tion time to resign
gimme the mic and i’m comin’ to choppin’ ’em up, i’m givin’ ’em a f-ck and i’m really weeded
never f-cked a b-tch, i been in the game, i’m talkin’ plenty minutes
seen (?) burglar and i’m like (?)
semi in my palm, right side c-ck ’til i’m greedy, filthy
straight out of memphis, really wicked and carvin’ livers
really been givin’ ’em the business for compet-tion that’s coppin’ listen
my conversations is finally gettin’ me in top position
runnin’ and rockin’ the mic along with all the meaning, i’m the sickest
it’s time for me fill ’em with venom and behead ’em up and i’ll chop ’em to bits
better believe that i’m being on my level and never be ready for droppin’ this
you cut ’em with venom in head, i tell ’em you better be gettin’ ’em hustled i might of been beneath and f-ckin’ around, i’ma take it to head with the medal and pop the smith
compet-tion, critics, your chest went in with its miniscule
f-ckin’ around and then possibly get it poppin’ like gin or two it’s right and chopper ready, you’re not gonna tell the blues
get it ready dude, with the killa sh-t, might of been a foo
i take a hit or two, understand that for tryin’
my n-gg- dna, we and i, sh-ttin’, we split the flame
spit the fire, n-gg- imma rock it and keep it g with the choppin’ imposter
get in for the prophet, representing the game

[verse 3: splytsecond]
h-llo, this is double s
jumpin’ all the posse and the woman until they will forecast, show the chest
this the picture and fits the fiction
so then record you a bit s-d-stic and hopin’ to suffer
most the flow, emotional, like dose or do’ i’m in cha gettin’ with it, sippin’ the (poys?), and (enough a mess?)
lyrical ability, got ’em feelin’ the energy
suicide on this, should of given darkness and nothin’ less
and that’s exactly why i began to pagin’
could’ve put the grip and rippin’ the mic
and thinkin’ of puttin’ it on instagram
the grip in it though screamin’ to the folks splittin the toast spinnin’ it close
can you handle the touch and say: there’s no more botherin’ cribs again
anyone comin’ against the fame well then you better be a gangsta fame
everybody be reppin’ the same and take it all on with a quicker bang sick of mockery against me, man get it up for the system, man grippin’ and spittin’ the syllables and i’ma split ’em with a ballista (daaamnn)
i’m a super computer i’m processing all the reasons that you suck, it’s too much
when i tell you the damage it’s at (?) medulla oblongata bein’ power of the god and tell me who wants the (?)
makin’ everybody lock the whole day events strikin’ bet-rappers for every verse they sent up
wasn’t four 9mms, speed of a mac-11 bringin’ up all they demise in the world trade center
i told you where to be, in 9/11, 1 in morning track (?) way too (?)
even when i’m walkin’ back with lyrically decimated in havin’ density on the point, i have no control of that
grabbin’ and puttin’ the spines inside the heaven when they begin to burn away ‘bout to be done, gotta be dead and like the devil was left to burn away
lyrically, mortally be gettin’ on the track, you be lovin all the murder way
like gl-ss is hot from (kevin hart?), you’re definitely gonna learn today

[outro: dna]
you gon learn today motherf-ckers, you gon learn today!
pick the worldplay, b-tches, pick the intricate patterns
we ain’t on that 666 sh-t just because we’re faster, think we’re better, sh-t we behead em, b-tch! that’s the way it’s gonna stay, motherf-ckers

- dna tru lyricist

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