Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Dark Horse (feat. Tyme), artist - Twista. Date of issue: 11.08.2014
Song language: English
The Dark Horse (feat. Tyme) |
| A little-known competitor, that emerges to win or succeed |
| although their victory is unexpected or unlikely |
| For example |
| Did you forget about me?! |
| How you gon' forget about me?! |
| Should’ve bet it all on me! |
| Now you wanna fuck with me |
| …They wanna put a chink into Twista’s armor |
| …But I didn’t even blink in that fiscal karma |
| I just be stuntin on these niggaz and ballin on them |
| Tellin them I’ma be forever young |
| Cause ain’t no motherfuckin artist alive fuckin with me |
| and knowin they compare to none |
| I am a (Dark Horse) |
| Creatively comin from a dark force |
| Closin the unexpected turn of events |
| as I commence to givin you another definition of hardcore |
| Lord have mercy on the souls that competed with me |
| and didn’t know what I was capable of |
| Let a nigga on the track and I attack and snatch a beat and murder it |
| especially off of an eighth of the bud |
| Now recognizin me is an abomination |
| Speakin on the coldest and I’m not in the conversation |
| Over-achiever, forever the underdog |
| I spit it but still omitted from every writer’s congregation |
| When I ain’t on the list with the mic splitters |
| Every once in a while I do be quite bitter |
| The big three be stylin, but who quite iller |
| Dark Horse, Ray Allen, Mike Miller |
| Did you forget about me?! |
| How you gon' forget about me?! |
| Should’ve bet it all on me! |
| Now you wanna fuck with me |
| I did it myself my nigga, didn’t need your help my nigga |
| Played the cards I was dealt my nigga |
| Now I got the belt my nigga |
| And they screamin out «That's my nigga» |
| Did you forget about me?! |
| Now you wanna fuck with me |
| Can’t forget about him cause he’s stuntin |
| O.G. |
| is son, I forever run it with a pocket full of hundreds |
| Spit it how I get it and they want it cause I flaunt it |
| because I get to the money |
| If I get to that honey I’ma have 'em all hatin on me |
| Screamin out «That nigga just don’t stop» |
| Intricate part of my style is the way I swag on 'em |
| when I’m goin so fast and still it be so hard |
| And when I do I know these niggaz can’t fuck with me, style it be ug-ly |
| They don’t want none of me, and if we do get into it it’s gonna be |
| just some shit that’s in front of me, I’ma come gunnin, we |
| conquer all obstacles, and if it’s possible I’ma get money, we |
| welcome haters and challengers, fakers not down with us |
| Takin our sound from us, we can get it on if they want a rhyme from us and I |
| be takin 'em out of the faith of a doubter |
| The face of a coward who’s bravery’s mistaken for power and then I |
| see if he learned his lesson, not to bully the lil' one cause he don’t want it |
| Probably get the pistol off a molly that’ll hit you |
| A one that’ll come with a side of another phenomenal |
| that’ll be turnin up the party when he diss you, it’ll probably be an issue |
| If you think I’ma let you forget about |
| the way I can throw flames on 'em |
| Trinidad, +All Gold Everythang+ on 'em |
| Pull a Juelz and go all +Cocaine+ on 'em |
| And that |