Lyrics Covert Op - DARC MIND

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