(Is it me?) Yuh
Hello, hello, hello
Welcome in, welcome in, make yourself at home
(Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-fuck, fuck)
My name is [Lil Dark?], and this is a story about the coming when you create
Losing yourself and finding yourself again, again, again (Bitch)
This is red, red, red
Yo, they want me dead, sendin' shots at my head
I leave 'em red, like my face tat
Reality blows from my toes, suckers can't face that
Fallin' from the sky, brace for impact
Baptized as a child, still brought to the temple for the sacrifice
I'll slit your throat, blood on the floor, I lick it up before you multiply
Kali Ma underneath the pen cap
Create worlds with the flick of my wrist
Incept perception and accept the lessons learned
Press the issue and impress the few
Except for those who can't know the best is yet
To come for those who stay true
My skin is black and blue like Vishnu
My pants red, wear socks and sandals, not shoes
Pop fools with my Glock who talk rude
I can't stop droppin' facts, bodies and tunes
Since in the womb and eatin' Gerber-like food
You tryna talk, but I would rather fight you, shirt in your mouth
I'm doin' surgery, the truth hurts, pain in your nerves might make you bite through
At night, I write songs that are playful and serious
If you hear this shit, you are experienced in a life
That you can see with your ears and if tears fall, I catch 'em all
Fill up a cup and throw it right back
I write rap as if I'm fightin' a mob back, with nothin' but my fist
Breakin' bones on contact, feed my people 'til we all fat
Crush a melon head between the nuts, hangin' freely inside my ball sack
Gut check a motherfucker on sight, at the bar
Ain't talkin' Klondike, but I would do anything
The game wraps around my finger like it's a wedding ring
I load the chamber up with emotion and I let it sing (Fuck)
You don't know shit about where I've been, bro
You talkin' like you right here, lookin' through the window
Lay you down on the stone and get to swipin' with the knife
Like I'm tryna lock you out of your iPhone, I let you die slow
Divine fire that burns sin and fill the ocean
It churn with a fervence when I murder shit
When I was born, they put that fine powder on my head
Made of saffron mixed with lime and the turmeric, red
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