Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dark Road, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Thee Undertakerz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Indie Power
Song language: English
Dark Road |
New Line Cinema, presents the Dark Road |
Starring, Jean Claude Van Damme |
With Wesley Snipes, Morgan Freeman, Kool Keith |
Robin Williams, with special guests |
No Name and Knobody, from Thee Undatakerz |
Dark Road, coming February 22nd at a theater near you |
I’m tired of rap, I don’t even like makin records no more |
I quit, y’all don’t know, a long time ago |
I’d rather hang in strip clubs in Detroit and Chicago |
I hate lookin at rappers who freestyle |
Walkin around the same block, they still gonna be there tomorrow |
Battle back and forth, East South West and North |
With 40 thousand records I don’t need to record no more |
Two million or better, three on tour |
Nothin to prove, live in the Bronx, y’all show me hardcore |
Been around Europe, all over the United States |
Jay-Z, Rakim, KRS, you ask Big Daddy Kane |
I’m Artis Gilmore, block shots everybody comin down the middle lane |
Promoters don’t call me no more |
Gun toters will call you when I’m poor |
Walk up to your Bentley, get out, everybody get on the floor |
Whether actor or singer, you could be extra |
And feel the tec-9 texture |
With ups on skinny legs, baldhead like Patterson Projects |
Nate Archibald, y’all think I’m Clyde Drexler |
Walk up to your radio station with sawed-offs, speak with the Winchester |
We about gainin, reignin |
Puttin in pain in, tamin |
Who’s rappin lame and, playin |
We about gainin, reignin |
Puttin in pain in, tamin |
Who’s rappin lame and, playin |
Now, let’s let the session, keep verbally manifestin |
Ain’t no question, how many niggas we nut testin |
Burn Krush Groove, wettest loop, don’t know why you mask too |
Nobody and ain’t nobody comin with it so keep second guessin |
110 let the games begin |
Another rhyme leave 'em all behind |
Live on stage or any other time |
You can not affect me |
Messed you up when you found out that nobody was carin |
Now feel me, kill 'em though, Ms. Ghetto Phenomenal |
Bangin on those that oppose this |
Vocally chose, who got the flows, can you handle those? |
Bringin heat from the streets of S.C., that’s me |
Niggas be tryin to see me, but they can’t get with me |
Now what? |
Well it’s the Mistress, blowin in like El Nino |
Throwin blows to yo' cerebral |
Ms. Kill 'Em Though, Ms. Ghetto Phenomenal |
Bangin on those that oppose this |
Vocally chose, who got the flows, can you handle those? |
Bringin heat from the streets of S.C., that’s me |
Niggas be tryin to see me, but they can’t get with me |
Stop all the silly games, suck my gat if you hatin |
I don’t care if you rich famous, I’ll still send you down to Satan |
Breakin all public laws just to get my paws on a grip |
I’m a dog from L.A. streets, but I still love runnin with crips |
Runnin with clips, fully loaded, automatic, without no tips |
Them hollow point silver bullets, that’ll bust yo' head if you trip |
I’m on a West coast mission, we throw my set up in yo' face |
Got a problem let me know right now and we can go settle it Ace |
I move with Manny Green, B-Stro Brown, Thug Life Mopreme |
Razor Blade, Major Seven, Mean Yo and Big Chachi |
Future Free from the pen, we hit the streets like gorillas |
Knuckles scrape across the concrete, we on the hunt to get mo' scrilla |
With Thee Undatakerz, monster like Godzillas on the mic |
You wanna see us, you might die, whether day or night |
Now scatter the light, but we still come out when it’s dark |
Vampires stalk the streets, alleys of L.A. to New York |
(Central Park, what?) |