XP (Producer) - Dark Stormz lyrics

[Intro: Boot Face] Yo, Boot Face, the man with twelve faces Pro the Leader, what up, homey? Check out the hype sh**, yeah, yo, yo [Boot Face] I show you how the west was won, no exageration f**ing ugly b**hes, I got lower expectations I'm un-f**-witable, basically the greatest Me and Pro the Leader mix better than crossfaders Muthaf** you haters, better stay up out of my's lane We bring the pain, that leaves your head migrained I'm mic-nificent, I spit the sh** that's untamed Two masked bandits holdling up the money train My connection runs deep like a fat girl's veins Impregnate the game with the Boot Face in your slang Buckshots at your man, miss, then I hit your dame We literally insane, I'mma say the same thing I'm pushing and shoving just like my dog main f** the fame, I'mma stay underground and hard headed Only murder worthy beats, you MC's stay on pathetic I'mma disconnect you homey, like you wearing a prosthetic [Pro the Leader] You're in for the ride of your life, take in consideration Face you at elimination, is he and the Europe administration Rightful heir to the throne like Great Gatsby and Ask me when I started rapping I'll give you an honest surprise Surprised? I don't know why, they false to follow lives, hip hop didn't die The rivalry revived, the armory arrived, artillery inside I need a shipment of beats with equipment Then destroy your speak, you finished You don't know the half, work gon' have to underground your family rapper too Act a fool, Weapon X and Boot Face, thanks for coming through [Weapon X] All thank to write these pages, we came straight through the changes Different stages, survive the paces, I'm dangerous to the traders You embara** yourself with arrogance, stay violence to see talent My intentions are not violent, one rhyme leaves you damaged The forever Weapon X will see an increase in ignorance Until the day of d**h I will fight with sworn justice Plus fame will disappear when Pro the Leader engineers For the listeners to hear and benefiters sincere And adjusting my surroundings, most wolves are hounding The fact that's often doubt, every edge is being counted We make underground music, to let you hear the exclusive I'm ma** part won't make 'em lose it, you learn science for the movement Won't keep us concealed, cuz we speak what we fear Now displaying the sk**s, and continue without a deal No hydro, this is legendary, my force of artillery Not a victim of the industry, evil taste the guillotine [Nova Kane] Yeah, can't forget the Kane, hotter than some summer rain The winter can't contain all the flames I've obtained The airwaves and hallways rising like bears uncaged Grimy a** grizzlies, my chain be scaring beats, hey Signed or unsigned, still bring it to your face Expel rhymes around corners, spill 'em up like your face Don't ask how it taste, just eat it up quick You posing with your click, while we posing for a flick You need to watch your chick, in a top friend list Mic reps are like crunches, if you trying to get fit Jive styles, steel blade, kicking like Guile Lifestyle of a crocodile, always see me smile Not to be wild, but I had to flip the style Still rock the argyle, best believe it, child Keep lusting for the gems, I found a j**el in the Nile We keep it in the fam, gonna be here for a while [Holocaust] Your mind move swiftly through the self destructing planet Untying a long coat in Los Angeles Try as they will, try as they might Who else scratch the mic, won't live through the night With a taseled axe, I damage, define lining of such a sea shells Feathers, beads and j**els are kind Spanish Just in, an explosion tipped over your ship in the Atlantic Riots rip through the nation, you panic He once was a king of golden swarm Locus, the sergeant tan this In England, the city of London is home to over 7 million people It would be better if you just leave, man, survival on the mountain The last hero standing, the last hero standing The last standing hero, check your local listings when demanding The badlands kissed you, you have your own New Testament You won't know what hit you, you're like a humpback whale in the desert I clean my pistol, Treasure Planet was going to explode my razor rings whip you A sacred thing, forgive you