Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Covert Op, artist - DARC MIND. Date of issue: 28.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Covert Op |
| Dig it |
| Felt sights sailing, the dawn of a new day |
| Rendezvous with borough, foreign attaché |
| Hash and microfiche, my stash intrigue the mystery |
| Implanted silly, Chavez Ravine, seat 53 |
| Unpack, establish, coordinate connection, go where |
| Movers with exoticas try to enter my session |
| Serious cloak-and-dagger, ghetto espionage |
| Risky undercover mission, Codename: Mirage |
| With plans to escape, I infiltrate the gate. |
| Malaysian |
| Grass on Asian ass with beef what hinge on the fate. |
| Hate a player |
| Subway to shuttle, dollar cab to bus |
| Late-model sedan will leave that jackal in dust. |
| My briefcase |
| Epoxy phosphorus wired to methane generators |
| Synchronized the bezel, pager is the detonator |
| Left-hand chiquita, reach area of your regulator |
| Dissing your dismissal as you ride down in your elevator |
| Inside a light van, field op on the d-lo, drive on |
| Lava, top a pop of three hundred-and-fifty kilo |
| Ill and devoted killers make you think we’re nigga Nazi like |
| Ganesh from burning flesh from a brother just kamikaze |
| Break circuit breaker, sabotage in advance |
| Timed release, grenade hidden within house plants |
| Partygoers recover, so I’m smothered in dance |
| Nighthawking, you’re stalking, hop a junk into France, uh |
| It’s post-op. |
| Target acquired, now the grilling, knuckles |
| Bleeding at the joint as my bludgeoning loosen feelings |
| Minor cavity drilling, hoist pulleys from the ceiling |
| Neatly institutional, government-covered killings |
| I’ll spare your feelings, destruction of your millions |
| Precision militarily master amidst civilians |
| Up in the billions be how I want to see my net worth |
| Any other living for that, take a jet first |
| Chemical blueprints spell «Operation: Knock ‘Em Off» |
| Ill papers only secret, La Puma missions with soccer bras |
| Back at the bunker, the cypher that I’m blazing |
| Recollect the verbal wreckage, but now they’re steadily grazing |
| Computer hook up surveillance from suburban, entire |
| Map been wiretapped, and my kitty steadily swerving |
| Type sinister sound, intention mounted, super nerving, pull |
| The movers, look exuberant, maneuvers iller than Gervin |
| Copy. |
| The terminate objective in my sights |
| Stalker by the hawk as I walk in the cloak of night |
| Undercover, I hover head, trigger ever slight |
| Dental money medal, the governmental delight |
| Surviving pinchers mere inches in diameter |
| Fuck a female agent, it’s captured on hidden camera |
| Acetylene torches cut into your canister |
| Faxed transmissions identifying the damager |
| From out of nowhere the strike—I never saw ya |
| I’d rather grab a mic, heighten world paranoia |
| Address press in a statement through the lawyer |
| Level-mind a venue, the rubble for the joyer |
| Sort of the sport of punks, I juke ‘em like I ought ta |
| Rhyme-encoded messages that dissolve and border, form a |
| Gas of mass appeal in me, alterations defect. |
| In |
| My force, source of life for satellites to detect (On-frame) |
| On-frame spectacles rig the spy shit (Goatee) |
| Goatee muttonchops, hair disguise kit (Broken-down) |
| Broken-down components, a shottie make up a funky rhythm |
| Once assembled, heads tremble at the mechanism |
| He travels seven in eleven-van convoy |
| Awesome arsenal, send my bullet as the envoy |
| T-minus-30 with a label, read rhomboid |
| Hysteria ill from my lyrical bomb ploy |