Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dark Knight, artist - Q-Unique. Album song Between Heaven and Hell Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.10.2010
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Dark Knight |
You can’t joke with the Dark Knight |
First born son with the dark life |
Disperse of a hurt ya along with a sharp knife |
I’m not your normal criminal mind |
I force the longest form of torture in the minimal time |
The hated the world learned to admire |
Back to back ten paces, turn and fire |
In a fight to being righteous |
While you and the loser battle like the plight of Leonidas |
We fight this, I go to war like the ancient Mongolians |
Force you to kill your best friends in front of an audience |
Treat my generals like family members |
Fuck the world, it’s us against them |
Shit upon humanity’s vengeance |
Communicate like a social network |
Bunch of postal suicidal co-conspirators exploding at work |
But it’s a hazard of the job description |
And even though we probably don’t deserve it, God will listen |
But Satan also got your phone tapped |
Ever since Ronald Reagan sold crack |
Go back, six-fingered hand will make your soul clap |
Been the word of God, demand attention like a murder squad |
Eighteen-wheeler hit us on head on, should’ve swerved the car |
Sticking with helium heads |
Death beds with black rose pedals are fed dope meds |
The feds? |
coat stands |
Pledge allegiance to Lucifer’s rejects |
Some slept under the pale moon sky while? |
got us still hot |
I bled all that I can bleed, next step is death |
I’m a bi-product of big brother sick swollen right eye |
His brains leaking out the left wounded |
Reap what we sow, that’s what they say to get by |
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broken promises so I consolidate my offense |
And materialize my defense |
Speed-reading through violence, digest |
This is a pie-eating contest |
Ain’t no slice in the share and I come bearing the gifts of your options to live |
Staring in the face of a society that created a beast to breathe heat |
The world burns, sitting beside me while I feed on the fire that reach |
Fuse you amputees like you touched the fridge |
And your brigade can’t handle the consequences of not being able to clap freely |
So I’m like fuck you, pay |
And I’m from Brooklyn |