The Darkest Cloud

Vakill

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    [Verse 1]
    I prayed to God for his blessing to consent slaughter
    Your seven ounces of brain holds two percent water
    Literally, your dry ideas belong under your armpits
    Fully armed spit, my palm slick with this engraved
    Vakill, in quotations, "the nicest", after I come fuck this liquid Hell
    Only hos that's giving head is getting floatation devices
    Digest words to kill by, autopilot my technique
    So even if I sleep on my own shit, it's still fly
    I'm God's only begotten renegade angel, saint sinner, make anemic hemmorhage
    I can draw a graphic scenic image with paint thinner
    Let the bullshit stop 'til it screech with hot lead
    I beseech hip-hop heads 'til the tooth brush is obsolete
    Meaning fuck around and catch a reach flip-top head, I set respectable trends
    Tell the sickest emcees blueprint my testicle skin
    Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks to your chin

    [Chorus]
    Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
    Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
    Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
    Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span
    Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
    Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
    Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
    Cause the darkest cloud!

    [Verse 2]
    I voice a oral crucifixion with a mouth full of nine inch nails
    Conceptually blazing it trails, with your skeletal remains and entrails
    In pales, snug and cushy, my hip-hop status is c-section (why?)
    Cause I'm a cut above you pussies
    My DNA splice with a Japanese feudal lord
    Brutal sword lacerations with impartial rhymes
    Keep a bitch that's a 10, pimping's like Farrakhan with cerebral palsy
    I can start a million march of dimes
    Significant severed uncertain signs
    Salivating circles around cyphers of a venomous serpent kind
    Dizzying bitches, murking niggas, grizzly and vicious
    'Til they minus Flesh-N-Bone like Layzie, Krayze, Bizzy and Wish's
    Who the sickest shitting this year?
    And your continuation of breathing all depends on how good is the answers
    Fuck up and the judge will sentence me so many times
    You'll have to indent this shit and put it in stanzas

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    [Chorus]
    Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
    Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
    Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
    Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span
    Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
    Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
    Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
    Cause the darkest cloud!

    [Verse 3]
    I don't talk shit, I give shit a second language
    You ass-betting in dyslexic Spanglish, hope for the best but expect the anguish
    Presently, sleepers dying pissed off
    And my sole solution for the chronic bedwetting is electric blankets
    My diatribe murks entire tribes
    I'm the thirteenth ghost from drama's future
    So when I make the alphabet before Karma Sutra
    The English language'll have to be staple stitched back together with
    stainless steel armored sutures
    Drunken word techniques from mental and Taquina liquor
    Shit bananas with a peel and a Chiquita sticker
    Heat a clip up, shush kids to sleep
    Spitting Korean entrepreneur flows that push wigs to eat
    Illuminous whip, darkest cloud cumulous thick
    Shrap numerous cliques, cancer tumor is sick
    Nickel slick, quick humorous spit
    Liquid sword salivation 'til throats of every consumer is slit
    Shit, in a recessive state my flows are ego spectacle
    If I was born with one nut, I'd still be ego-testicle
    And niggas shit-popping more instead of worth they weight
    Can't hold a fucking candle to me with Bob Hope's birthday cake
    I've enhanced the Jordan rules
    Putting bodies on the Mike and watch the flyest nigga leap to his death
    If the name of my profession is "fuck you"
    Then basically what I'm trying to say is... never mind, my work speaks
    for itself

    [Chorus]
    Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
    Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
    Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
    Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span
    Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
    Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
    Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
    Cause the darkest cloud!
    Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
    Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
    Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
    Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span
    Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
    Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
    Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
    Cause the darkest cloud!

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    Composición: Vakill y K. Mitchell

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