Denzel Curry - Dark Tournament lyrics

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Denzel Curry - Dark Tournament lyrics

[Verse 1: K-Trip] It's a trip how n***as'll change quick From real to low dick, from trill to straight b**h So I be with my clique, cave be the side No lie, 305, my n***a, where I reside Where them hoes get down, n***as run down Click, clack, pow, ? the sound, you better get down, n***a Give me my crown, I'm the best in the booth K be a trip, nothing less than the truth Stay in my vibe, get high on herbal Geeked like Urkel, but bad like Kirko b**hes play, but f** it, cause I'm from Dade Where hoes get sprayed cause they just want to hurt you My city f**ed up, n***as dying everyday Mentality where I stay, you ain't saved, no K Up five boom pap, let 'em lay, all black Blackland, batcave, b**h I'm 'bout money And they want to play, my dog on the block Didn't make it to your teens, then he probably got shot Little jits getting got, the block too hot On one knee, putting money in my socks On two knees, praying up top Hoping that the bullsh** stop But no time soon, so I carry the boomer to boom I'm telling you f**s that I won't lose, K-Trip, n***a [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] Suicidal bombers on that DMT So I'm k**ing 'em, trying to become a legend like I'm William k**ing 'em softly, searching for a refuge But this ain't Lauryn Hill, do lacerate and say I k** Like the ba*tard that I are, contradiction, I got a father Mischevious little boy, really, who's the oddest toddler Like I'm low-key, really though, I'm oddly, I'm Godly n***as raid your clique like the k**er Klan Posse k**er Klan Kasi, I see p**y, I'm CAT scan Dark n***as in the night, b**hes thinking I'm Batman Name's Denzel and I'm far from a Christian They'll reiterate the sentence, love God and no religion Benzes will make you commit a 107 To me, I think it's senseless like a demon, priest, and a reverend Raven Miyagi, that n***a, I be the master What happened to that bunny on Tyler? So the dick was fatter? No, that's Franklin, Donny's best friend There's a "E" on the end of nine cause you 'bout to meet your end 66, 6-3, dropping like a 6-4 k**er, k**er, k**er, hitlist or that d**h Note Autographed by Justin Beiber, the future like HR Giger Left hollow like Ichigo, Grim Reapers, and Soul Eaters I don't give a f** if you eat a pile of sh** If Denzel's lame, then you are a pile of sticks Get it? Aquarius k**a Miyagi n***as that copy come with Kakashi ripping and kicking the lyrics karate With a Bugatti, ride with a shotty, cause they might try to murk you Trapping n***as in trapezoids, watch out for your circle Like that