Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Darkest Cloud, artist - Vakill. Album song The Darkest Cloud Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.11.2011
Record label: Molemen
Song language: English
The Darkest Cloud |
| I prayed to God for his blessing to consent slaughter |
| Your seven ounces of brain holds two percent water |
| Literally, your dry ideas belong under your armpits |
| Fully armed spit, my palm slick with this engraved |
| Vakill, in quotations, «the nicest», after I come fuck this liquid Hell |
| Only hoes that’s giving head is getting floatation devices |
| Digest words to kill by, autopilot my technique |
| So even if I sleep on my own shit, it’s still fly |
| I’m God’s only begotten renegade angel, saint sinner, make anemic hemmorhage |
| I can draw a graphic scenic image with paint thinner |
| Let the bullshit stop 'til it screech with hot lead |
| I beseech hip-hop heads 'til the tooth brush is obsolete |
| Meaning fuck around and catch a reach flip-top head, I set respectable trends |
| Tell the sickest emcees blueprint my testicle skin |
| Don’t worry if I write rhymes, I write checks to your chin |
| Bow down to a entity none of y’all nice than |
| Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand |
| Your fight plan’s now in Christ’s hands |
| Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span |
| Bow down to a entity none of y’all nice than |
| Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand |
| Your fight plan’s now in Christ’s hands |
| Cause the darkest cloud! |
| I voice a oral crucifixion with a mouth full of nine inch nails |
| Conceptually blazing it trails, with your skeletal remains and entrails |
| In pales, snug and cushy, my hip-hop status is c-section (why?) |
| Cause I’m a cut above you pussies |
| My DNA splice with a Japanese feudal lord |
| Brutal sword lacerations with impartial rhymes |
| Keep a bitch that’s a 10, pimping’s like Farrakhan with cerebral palsy |
| I can start a million march of dimes |
| Significant severed uncertain signs |
| Salivating circles around cyphers of a venomous serpent kind |
| Dizzying bitches, murking niggas, grizzly and vicious |
| 'Til they minus Flesh-N-Bone like Layzie, Krayze, Bizzy and Wish’s |
| Who the sickest shitting this year? |
| And your continuation of breathing all depends on how good is the answers |
| Fuck up and the judge will sentence me so many times |
| You’ll have to indent this shit and put it in stanzas |
| Bow down to a entity none of y’all nice than |
| Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand |
| Your fight plan’s now in Christ’s hands |
| Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span |
| Bow down to a entity none of y’all nice than |
| Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand |
| Your fight plan’s now in Christ’s hands |
| Cause the darkest cloud! |
| I don’t talk shit, I give shit a second language |
| You ass-betting in dyslexic Spanglish, hope for the best but expect the anguish |
| Presently, sleepers dying pissed off |
| And my sole solution for the chronic bedwetting is electric blankets |
| My diatribe murks entire tribes |
| I’m the thirteenth ghost from drama’s future |
| So when I make the alphabet before Karma Sutra |
| The English language’ll have to be staple stitched back together with |
| Stainless steel armored sutures |
| Drunken word techniques from mental and Taquina liquor |
| Shit bananas with a peel and a Chiquita sticker |
| Heat a clip up, shush kids to sleep |
| Spitting Korean entrepreneur flows that push wigs to eat |
| Illuminous whip, darkest cloud cumulous thick |
| Shrap numerous cliques, cancer tumor is sick |
| Nickel slick, quick humorous spit |
| Liquid sword salivation 'til throats of every consumer is slit |
| Shit, in a recessive state my flows are ego spectacle |
| If I was born with one nut, I’d still be ego-testicle |
| And niggas shit-popping more instead of worth they weight |
| Can’t hold a fucking candle to me with Bob Hope’s birthday cake |
| I’ve enhanced the Jordan rules |
| Putting bodies on the Mike and watch the flyest nigga leap to his death |
| If the name of my profession is «fuck you» |
| Then basically what I’m trying to say is… never mind, my work speaks |
| For itself |
| Bow down to a entity none of y’all nice than |
| Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand |
| Your fight plan’s now in Christ’s hands |
| Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span |
| Bow down to a entity none of y’all nice than |
| Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand |
| Your fight plan’s now in Christ’s hands |
| Cause the darkest cloud! |
| Bow down to a entity none of y’all nice than |
| Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand |
| Your fight plan’s now in Christ’s hands |
| Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span |
| Bow down to a entity none of y’all nice than |
| Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand |
| Your fight plan’s now in Christ’s hands |
| Cause the darkest cloud! |