Darkim Be Allah

Darkim Be Allah - Godzilla vs. King Kong lyrics

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(feat. Darik the Assassin, K-Bar Allah)



[Darkim Be Allah]

Infadetly, tragedy, point black catastrophe

Hold vasline, that's savregy in the presince of your majesty

Jet Black he the best first to quence ya thirst to get hurt

I burst the pops, who be long, in this fate who pop slugs with dunns

Like they was buds and Mr. Drumhorse, Thug Horse

Me and my niggaz run short in the blood porse

Perpursilly, hunts me down on that full speed

Pissy wanna proof me, Fuckin right

I'm the truth see, scaredy cats who need a demon spooky

And design the crime that shoot me, get caught with no avail

Got prevail, no stop, e-mail, AOL, cops wanna see it what made 'em

Bitches up, husbands be hatin, beware, obligation

On such equations, inflatin it, head like helium

Spit like box of penix daily when I steal them

You know I'm stoned for real or when cokes will



[Darik the Assassin]

Live amongst the righteous, time is spent well invested

On the battle fields where I was desperate

I learned to send my clown to roll it down

Cuz times where hard and ain't a man to rob Gucci

Rhyme me at the corner convection, conversin with thugs and scholars

Rhyme fitted caps, gold collars

Guzzled German vodka, pure commers layin in front of lines

Vannaville system by one time

Clean my mind, as well as enemy

He sleapless, be the world skitriteous

Do the content of my face

Burnin it, but read to use it, boes for bleedin

Niggas never made it big, baby

We played my towns in the rain of a Rabis

I was raised to rick the Angel flow brainless

World by my enterprise, I won't be denied

Wanna redefined, cuz she scarred like the product

Bring words in proper cline



[K-Bar Allah]

And this abyss is not affindments

Combine the mind with the nine clips

And show them how minds spits

For sure my lines, get ya neighborhood dimeless

So let me get that behind switch, pocket

Rougher and rougher, population grow with suckas

Cuz I give it deduct ya

Money whip, never get, money wit

Fuck you and ya honey click

Don't be a dummy, make ya tummy get water mental to the clip

Empty, represent N.Y.C., where the flies to fly

Be high as the high sea

U.S. to deal with, dance with us, to say the least is cancerous

Like Rudy Judy would he, peace drunk and movies carry uzzies

Had wet heads like Rudy, lace ya face like a goalie

Sun stop smokin mad groody, I've gone suspect that they fooled me
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