Darker Side Of Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample] (You see mystery, is an intellectual process But suspense, is essentially, an emotional process) [Verse 1] To be quite fucking honest with ya I had enough of all this shit That makes me want to kill a man with my bare hands I'm tired of creative shit Some will understand the rhymes Or some just can relate to it So if you tell me that's the case Just nod and blaze the rave for shit Then bang your head to drum n bass we know you love the flavors If you can't get down with the deeper darker side of me The funny dubstep where I can feed you like a hyper G Put me on the set I get their hands up high I see This ain't a hyper set so keep them side to side for me This is me explaining 'bout the pain is right inside of me The undescribable yet undeniable defiant That makes me less a be the M with every fucking line I breathe So my brain is slowly plotting ways to stay away from weed Cuz this seems to be the only thing that's Keeping me from stripping in my grip from reality Fuck it if you mad at me I play it right into ya Fucking sick of sin I might say fuck but I'm a tick killa Kinda like I marry Lime Hart behind the moss I'm the pop landlord speaking like a fucking ass But I'm smarter than that Feeding you some evil facts Bleeding your subconscious 'till you can't believe in fact That I found a way inside your mind and Now you're too affraid to find me You wouldn't shoot the devil in the back so don't try me I ain't leaving I've told you yet what's bothering my mind, see? I ain't commiting shit for crimes of beating up guys Me I'm peacefull in the mind So why the fuck do I keep breathing evil Into people when I rhyme? It's difficult for me stop Cuz people seems to like it lots so I just keep on spitting Evil shit 'till I get writer's block So that my mind is shut And only time will tell How long it takes for me to break inside this fucking hell [Sample] "Mystic Art" [Verse 2] So here I go again Bleeding up my fucking sins one by one See? I'm dropping in and Each and every one's a problem Some of them my mind have sow But the bars majority will bleed me 'till my things are cold Please don't cut the apparatus Don't delay what's coming, take us Deep and dark inside the mind and Then you might just find the time To look between the cracks then you'll find these five words Engraved in my cranium I start with the fake ones You know, that relate to him: Number one's gambling Number two's girls Cuz I don't know how to handle 'em How the fucking brain works Is something that remains blurred Playing games girls that try to tame me but I ain't turned We've been swifting on to three That's the ghost beneath the beat Loved ones who past but remain on my memory Four's all the fucking draw cuz me in truth found a score 'till I'm so fucking leaned I can't hear what he says to me Five's all the fucking jabs I've taken at my life Yeah it's all fun and games at one's stage 'till you take a life Luckily you weren't in that position But there are people who are not strong and might flip if you start to diss 'em And those are just five of my problems that ain't ninety nine Not to mention all the other shit that's on my mind Feel on the suffering when I'm on the mic But when I'm sitting in the dark room sparking zoots Blud I'm here to bide a bit and make it seem reality Ain't quite a sweet As you thought it might be So fuck the world Roll a fat L And take a cup o' Vicodin Now I'm high as a kite again Scribing with a writer's pen And this devil in my brain remains Keeping me from making change, so I've come fuck the guy cuz I won't hide again Been hiding too long And I double Devil's strong when it steps in my mind And fuck it blud I'm fighting him