[Verse 1]
Dipping through this Dark Knight
Just joking I’m gripping up on these bars tight, smiling cause the scars bright
And when I spar, might dump you in the lake with my car Dwight
Par slight; spite still snipe you with the far sight
Hand it to the cannon on the right Brett Farve type
Or steve young on the left let them starve, Rice
Harping on the past leave you nothing but a cardboard slice
Hoarding the mic like 23, but yelling Kobe when I shoot trees
They don’t know me but soon it’ll be like “who’s he?”
Whoop dee do give a fuck about a review, stay local
Hopefully ducking that evening news
Stephen Cropper the way I drip drop these jewels
Imposter with a slip knot this hip hop ain’t new
Old heads keep hating got no faith in this youth
Don't rage, stay calm when I’m stating the truth
Yinz late. I been going super sayain in booths
Spit too hard had pay to replace my tooth
How the human race keep chasing these unattainables
But the paint runs deeper than the picture
‘cause sleep’s cousin is a son of bitch, yuh
Rollin swishers in the back of the woods, the only thing ironic
Is the path that we took
This track will probably flop ‘cause I’m lacking the hooks
No theatrics to distract from my books
I Leave ya cracked where you stood, that’s why no body wanna pass to the Rook
Took me half my life to get this mixtape right
Fishy women tricked bait I hope that fin shaped tight
If the plastic bag drifting let that shit take flight
Gas to ignite until the spliff don’t light, bitch
Dipping through this Dark Knight
Just joking I’m gripping up on these bars tight, smiling cause the scars bright
And when I spar, might dump you in the lake with my car Dwight
Par slight; spite still snipe you with the far sight
Hand it to the cannon on the right Brett Farve type
Or steve young on the left let them starve, Rice
Harping on the past leave you nothing but a cardboard slice
Hoarding the mic like 23, but yelling Kobe when I shoot trees
They don’t know me but soon it’ll be like “who’s he?”
Whoop dee do give a fuck about a review, stay local
Hopefully ducking that evening news
Stephen Cropper the way I drip drop these jewels
Imposter with a slip knot this hip hop ain’t new
Old heads keep hating got no faith in this youth
Don't rage, stay calm when I’m stating the truth
Yinz late. I been going super sayain in booths
Spit too hard had pay to replace my tooth
How the human race keep chasing these unattainables
But the paint runs deeper than the picture
‘cause sleep’s cousin is a son of bitch, yuh
Rollin swishers in the back of the woods, the only thing ironic
Is the path that we took
This track will probably flop ‘cause I’m lacking the hooks
No theatrics to distract from my books
I Leave ya cracked where you stood, that’s why no body wanna pass to the Rook
Took me half my life to get this mixtape right
Fishy women tricked bait I hope that fin shaped tight
If the plastic bag drifting let that shit take flight
Gas to ignite until the spliff don’t light, bitch
( Nick Spaceship )
www.ChordsAZ.com