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letra de darklight (freestyle) - the barsonist

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pt. i

serving earth, the start it’s how i let an archive get off my chest and make you figure this learning curve i’m carving out’s like an arc, right?
so like a theme park ride, buckle up folks!
darklight’s a far quite subtle approach
one in kabillion rare or come and just give me the chair
i’m for besit like what their home run is
and when it’s wryin’, i’ll play nolan-ish
but first of all, factors i’m finna provide might sit up right under your nose
so i’ma lay low a pitch
keep an eye on the ball or it’s game over
if thee ain’t strikin’ a chord, i’ll run up the score
‘causе probability of y’all be gettin’ a sensе of it is almost low to none
so for those thinkin’ it’s not blatherin’ but talkin’ sense i guess it’s best if i’m owed a one
though someone who ain’t passed the smell test yet
see what i’m sayin’ is fine-grained
matter of course, it’s my grind state to furnish a content
you won’t fathom
like who came through firstly i’m down to go at ’em
so cut ya nonsense ‘fore this shogun goes off
the clip finna be big like a jumbotron
for an oddment i have one forth drawn like quadrants
now i’ma roam around this place you worship
horse’s mouth must say i’m godsent
i’ve come to language some words
for species who keep thinkin’ oh they’re pigeonholed as cream of the crop
but really though?
i’m grabbin’ the pump
’cause like their bridges, that is stubborn
as these are the frauds all day just dreamin’ of catchin’ a bird
on this track of life, y’all be heinous
spendin’ around like you off of dark lotus
far hopeless!
how would you make the cut if you ain’t bring into sharp-focus?
on these verbal’s i’m down to, don’t make no fuss
every attempt is a shot
so lay low ’cause believe me or not
i’m running circles around you
now i’ma line up the points for why i’m connecting the dots

virtue of reality is we are programmed to mostly not put faith in what’s visible as plain sight
i’ll kick off example: we believe in almost everything flyin’ off the handle on our tv frames, right?
that’s when the trouble begins
the stuff i’m inking won’t paper over the cracks for our worsened journalism
just the thinkin’ of how it goes as planned
they soil seeds intentionally in no man’s land for their royalties
call it a frontal gimmick when they create war and tussle in it
and we struggle living, seeking peace, end up barkin’ the wrongest trees
that leaves us puzzled within
i worked an angle on ’em and it’s bad it has occurred to this
80% body of work got that bad blood running it
meanwhile somewhere some dream of an artisan is spoiled
whack journalists get selected as an arbitrary choice
then they come start with makin’ noise
with all that wailin’ voice
for what? target rating poi–
hopin’ their bills don’t cut off like a failed invoice
but nothing else to say when country’s reputation is what they may destroy
brother listen
we must square our shoulders when darkness encircles like the tunnel vision
’cause with this heavy armamentary, where we headed for?
they say guess it forms that third eye
for what?
a war mania from sparks of azerbaijan & armenia?
this hazard’s side th-rn in everyone’s flesh and please
as per bygones how many’re dead? recall
rest in peace
a train of thought gives birth to bars that connect each other, how a rail is like?
just tell me brother
why don’t we strip away the blindfolded reverie and stare at reality with our naked eyes?
why the discussions on global warming never break the ice?
urban sprawl might become a burden for earth and call it a future pandemic, the worst of all, what’s the population size?
on the corner where you live, does it ever cross your mind or rang inside your head that humanity’s hanging by a thread like the paper kites?
still today, why don’t we copy that “keep it real” phrase but plagiarize?
why untouchables rape a life?
they get by with it like everything is for sale
when they raise an arm like there’s a bidding to tell
why little kids, women, civilians gotta pay the price?
like a vine i’ll be sounding like a broken record, come vibe with me
if there ain’t too ice in your vein, open your third and try to see
what i pursue is life’s a movie with ups & downs
it all depends on the way we act
but those with nothing to lose, load the clip & shoot: h-ll of ’em maniacs
is this mortal coil’s the reason
why are you flexed outta shape?
see? it makes your soul annoyed
be spirituelle and you’ll get the picture if you feel me like polaroids
all my deep dives lead right to the cause why you just be like them fall guys
what are signs?
all the time them insecure selves penniless paupers kept wishing you well ’cause they already been dead in the water
god this is sk!ll
utterly, these words will make the cut for me
or i’ll conduct lexical slaughter
next thing i’ma talk is a sensitive topic i get my touch on like coppin’ a feel
but that’s an untouchable reference i brought up
“bad cops f-ck it up for the good cops and man stop!”
see? you must know why i mentioned a copper
instead of takin’ a stand of unity
majority of black community gets k!lled with the guns
can’t believe what this world has become and matter of fact
god put us in this race we didn’t ask for runnin’
why racial supremacy is even a term?
this talk’s sublime and man it’s real
walk some miles in these shoes and watch banana peels that came across in every walks of life
but i walked it off
stood against odds
now i’m all eyes in this art
it looks like a calk walk
and only thing i’ve got in me is this
but did my conscience trip over that “down to go at ’em” line?
would you call it a freudian slip?
or is this subconsciousness a chain reaction set by acid rapping style?
or should i go back to basics and become alkaline?
or what if i’ve figured out in my present form, this art is a gift?
that my crew konsensus highly kicks the fact around i’m godly with it
so for this rap game you all admire
i got a role “the barsonist” like a ball of fire
my appetite for destruction i think
and i hope you prepare for what i got
’cause it won’t be nothin’ like this
it’ll be somethin’ like it’s–
pt. ii

time, i ball up to be your problem: conjunctivitis
nose jab, catch a cold snap
it’ll be moving the fluids like pump devices
f-ck it, my quill’s come close to ruffle your feathers: birdbolt
you’s dead from the neck up
i’m cutthroat with such quoted as “jugular shredders”
take a beatdown, slow it b-tch
such texts in my hand, to put ’em in a box
i’m like mel-man with xxplosive, git
h-ll yeah! let a bomb sh-ll ya like the poetess
so you slow critics, hope you know it is a name-drop i’m throwing in
gadzooks! brodie
these are arms, ink’ll sting you like tattoos slowly
it’ll leave a mark, sh-t can get even dark
when a team of dawgs my boy ebrum’s off, right now get your lights out when the metal bangs
the can’ll spark on ’em h-lla whacks
now gimme my props! ain’t that kool moe dee?
i can give commerce like ebay.com
i’ll bite the bullets, the rhymes’ll do it
won’t need a glock (brrr)
pressing time, one spray’ll throw your f-cking pesticide
as a team they got nothing
just a group of suckas that be too buggin’
ain’t you see they moth?
spar’s lyrical
with this mic in my hand, i’m invincible
witty crisis, i plan to destroy tracks: dzhokhar principle
so throw shade at sawney a bit
or go ‘head and call me a d-ck
just know, you stay under me when you say you f-cking artistical
assault verbals are c-cked
b-tch, it is d-mned to get around of this henny
i’m up stirring the shots: stick an’ the can
such rounders are plenty
buckshots at the drop of a dime
i’m poundin’ ’em, sound monetary?
y’all f-ckin’ verses & i, are worse than 2020

- the barsonist

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