Dyse - Darker Side Lyrics

Outriders, Fifty-Vinc, you're a f*cking genius
Let's do this
It's the elements, yuh
My heart's cut deep so my words cut deeper
Take the time to listen to the words within your speakers
Soundproof your headphones, shut the lights out
The real me wants a track to tell you what I'm all about
Since the very first day I can remember my visions
It became real apparent there's some shit I would witness
Went to two Catholic schools, don't fit in with the Christians
And spent eight f*cking years on every kid's hit-list
Never had the fancy clothes and all the jewels that would glisten
They hated me for speaking, so my mindset was hidden
Shut the f*ck up, kid, who asked for your opinion?
I realized kinda quick that fittin' in was a fiction
I've been stricken, sittin' here in this prison
Emotionally scarred from all the pain they've inflicted
My mental condition on display in these writtens
But with 'em, safe to say, it's not my only addiction
The cognition in my mind gives a particular vibe
Sometimes I scare myself, even the voices inside
Spent lengthy rounds of time convincing Dyse not to die
My engine fluid's leaking there's no stopping the ride
But people still always gotta f*ck with me
I snap, lash, these people f*cking run from me
What is it about to start and shit you f-ggots can't finish
I rip any rapper out his shit, hit em out his new fitted
I've enlisted the assistance of a system that's wicked
This track ain't just a song, you motherf*ckers is victims
Life over on a lynch, this a similar sentence
Except I take a scimitar and stick it in your appendix
I've been sickened over time, my think skin is resistant
Drop a bomb like issa thanks on your proximity, bitches
I'm the minister of sinister, this swindlers is twisted
And you made me this way, f*cking irony, isn't it?
How you push me to the point I pressure all of my limits
There's no going back now, my memory's vivid
I warned y'all to leave me, motherf*ckers don't listen
So now I make the best of this curse I've been gifted
I was gonna write a hook for this track, said f*ck it
Quentin ain't the type to have his rhymes up for discussion
Never gonna catch me trying to flaunt some shit in public
I'm not rich or special, I'm just crazy and I love it
Now I've opened up this f*cking window to my past
Best stay clear from the radius of the blast
Fakers claim to spit but couldn't wrap a plastic bag
I'm the type to spit some riots, leave some metal in that ass
Catch me in the corner loosely burning the swisher
Or standing on your porch with Uzis, yearnin' to fix ya
Double A-12s, AKs, get the picture?
I'm an explosive reaction to a chemical mixture
Gotta flip it with the rhythm, really give them your writtens
Spit it with conviction if you want them to listen
You gotta get the fiends hooked
This the shit that we cook
If rap is like a drug, then you lett'm know that we crooks
I'd live in the studio, it opens at 10, so I
Write lyrics all night and hit the studio then
Sit back and smoke a pack with my raps in the den
I've spilled so much ink, I'm becoming a pen
I'm not trying to be the next Biggie or Pac
Not Rakim, KRS, Rugged, Vinnie or Nas
Those my favorite rappers, here's a round of applause
But I ain't trying to mimic, I'm surpassing them all
I'm a human heavy metal concert, mosh in pits of emotion
I don't need a f*cking music video; picture explosions
Wanted a plaque for my acid rap, the shit is corroded
You know Dyse is the future? I already told 'em
Whattup
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