Annakin Slayd - Darkhorses lyrics

(feat. Ryze) [Verse 1: Annakin] They told me not to rock the boat, so I sank the ship Took a stroll on thin ice with no plans to slip Screaming up to God in heaven, "no thanks for sh**!" I don't mind going to hell, I need companionship I brandish it, like it's my last chance to spit So I approach the gates with a mike stand equipped I hawk up my soul and spit it out through rhyme Gob on opponents no need to use up lines With the wind at my back or a hurricane against me My foes ain't felt enough pain to taint me I had a terminator and a Sith lord name me Had Chuck D, Bruce Lee and Gandhi train me You got all the dirt, so go ahead defame me But you'll have to snatch this pen out of my hand to maim me Got a kung fu grip with the strength to bend nails But I keep a sword handy in case the pen fails [Chorus:] They I wouldn't make it with the way that I look They said I wouldn't make it less I played by the book [Verse 2: Ryze] I'm like water in a bowl, my flow molds but still fuels life Can't sleep, souls of my past they haunt my nights Since forth hands forced to a cordless mike Bilical vein of hip hop, affixiates right Penny for my dark thoughts that drive my craft Kurt Russell dope in my mind and with it backdraft If I spit first and ask questions From what I've seen that's how hip hop pretenders pa** I'm here to spank the a** of this hip hop b**h Like a hammer on a casing of a shell that's lit With a fire aforementioned from the depths within Forefathers f**ed up and now I'm blessed within My struggle, here courtesy of mister Annakin 54th mound up, revolution begins [Breakdown:] You can say what you want Get in my face if you need I know that Slayd don't fit the mold But f**'y'all. I won't play the role [Verse 3: Annakin] I'll die with my middle finger up so I can mock the vultures Don't pop Glocks on blocks, just rock the culture Slayd raise stakes with phrase conveyed Save days, pave ways, break chains of slaves I used to say, f** fate it ain't my place to choose it Now I rap in the mirror to face the music This is hip hop forever no part-time love Stage lights blaze bright with hard times done Don't look like rapper, yeah I heard all the lip So I asked Lenny Williams to tell me what's hip No Gucci, no gimmick and no street cred No gunshot wounds but I still bleed red No coin, no Benz, no hollow point lead Just Freedom, truth, knowledge and a ball point pen Y'all tried to stare me down so I spit with Ryze Now I'm burning holes through y'all with all six eyes [Chorus]