The Dark Is Here

Lyrics

[intro DMX] Yeah yeah yeah yeah Dark Man X - DMX for short Dizzark, straight out the grizzound Top going dizzown, clizown Niggas ain't built for war [Verse 1: DMX] Running through niggas, that's how I do niggas And two niggas that nothing for me, when they saw me Looked the other way then tried then they tried to ignore me Cause I put holes, like foot holes, in nigga's buttholes Stomp a mudhole, and when I cut hoes, the fucking blood flows Gushing, busting niggas wide, I was 10 when I died The walking dead, with the infrared by my side Keeping niggas in line, like a parade Then they scatter like roaches when they get sprayed with Raid Blow like a grenade, play them like Spades is the plan, now Which part of "suck my dick" don't you understand, you best Act like you know, or get Smacked like a hoe, we could scrap toe-to-toe But yo, I'm strapped with the fo' Pound, and i'm down for mine, with the crime And if I gots to do time, fuck it, I don't mind I handle my business and I shoot snitches Cause I know nowadays, niggas is more ass than Luke's bitches It's all good, I'm still out, knock on wood Robbing/Robin niggas like my last name is Hood, 'cause I could Yo, I'm out that mob that goes to rob The mad scheme to get green without the job I've housed more niggas than a shelter And if a nigga ever felt a Helter Skelter, it would melt the brain, cause the pain is too much to bear Let there be dark, for the dark is here [Pudgee] Call me the Copacabana, ill grammar Juiced the lady from Tropicana, you're bullshit like Hammer, and, uh? Come to think of it, you won't get far. 'Nough respect 'Cause I swinging more Epps than Omar Been to hell and back, held hands with God, cruiser Foes is easy, part 'em like Red Seas by Moses Ok, ok, ok Anyway what you got to say eh eh My lyrics come off of the head like a toupee But you can't touch me, because I had behind my force-field Your style is tired like an automobile Creep TLC on the low with the flow And competition, listen, I slay/sleigh them like snow I be quick to size it, like the sun/son I'm rising Set it off when I come across like the horizon Like Ted Danson, niggas give me Cheers I'm too deaf for you to kick that flavor in my ear I rock like crack, rock a soul on your block Won't stop, give you more knots than an episode of Cops And I still say that you can't see me Like Miss Jones, "this is where I wanna be" [Ran Reed] You ain't no gangster Faggot ass nigga, stop fronting on I be that kid you and your crew ain't got nothing on I flip over beats that's supplied by Nick Bitches heard we making moves so now they ride the dick Trying to take my fucking loot But they ain't that cute I got something for they ass: it's a big black boot Catch me slipping? Never, 'cause I'm always on point Smoke a blunt, fuck a joint Grab the mic then anoint Competition, I write two 'R's across they forehead My metaphors is leaving niggas with a sore head Pain killers couldn't even kill the pain I make you go insane, like the Jamaican on a train So refrain from any stupid thoughts that you have Blowing up, just a tad, jealous niggas getting mad But that's life, so face the fucking facts I specialize in breaking backs, and ripping over flavored tracks