D.K. (Edge) - Ise Yen (D.K.) lyrics

Ise Yen [Verse 1: D.K.] Second chances Second chances Enigmatic with clouded thoughts as a hazard A blackened heart from a panel of leprechauns Couldn't fathom the jet propulsion of cannons Was slept upon like bananas My hands are crossed in jackets, the strap is locked at my back As I'm rocking forwards and backwards My thoughts project on the canvas Opzy, TeeKlef and Spaceship are circling round the planets DJ Neptune this Space Impact Donation's a cla** in manners Look I been legit before my vocal prime I been a dick before the Pope resigned I benefit like an oracle predicted at four years old that I'm supposed to rhyme Every verse is a magnum opus, I'm Open to closing hopes of these jokers who treated me like it's tofu time My range of powers say it's morphing time I chuck handfuls of this potent one time into your sinuses The weaker joints all on arthritis, it's art, you damn right it is [Verse 2: D.K.] Cool leather on back of neck in Ikeja I'm studio chilling with two of my n***as jotting venom The door swings una**uming gentleman in khaki shorts his height is below my shoulder with teeth that been opening Fanta Studio engineer walking over to give him dap and Hyping the n***a straight to our faces, a greater rapper Self esteem is escaping and leaving a vacancy like damn Is this n***a that much better than me? He was on a bad guy P, I was out in CR picking booty calls economics degree, pree what this opportunity cost My manufacturer's label said I'm soon to evolve But if they find a fault in these then I'm due for recall And so I'm plotting now on how to make them exorcist head flip neck whip in my direction Holding Billie Jean's hand in the maternity ward Hammer is co*ked back Cuz these kids are ALL my sons Son of a gun, jack! [Poem:D.K.] Yeah This is the part where the beat breaks down right? Or is this the part where I break down these bars Or maybe this is when I'm supposed to break down and say something inspirational Criticism of a generation who dresses fancy to chase silver birds when a gold mine is left dormant The riches of a nation squandered Yet the richness of my pages untouched These are demigod hands Hercules in the flesh with a pen mightier than a sword I swore since my first line at eleven to be the biportal of all my worlds I am the truth I am the nuisance with the noose around the necks of fools Kicking chairs until they're all Dorothy's They get the boot But you can't click click heels here You sons of a gun Shooting for greatness with the barrel jammed, fling my weapon and watch it boomerang And still set it off in your social circle with a boom, that rang across the face of all world Let them know Let them know there's levels to talent I'm never relaxing I'm taking you on a spin, in these earth songs that make even the elephants fall backwards My quotables embody your Twitter handles My vision is greener pastures Fishing for disciples with every intricate syllable And barely any hook