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[Darkim] Motherfuckas don't know I snatch the heart in 'em and pardon 'em Try to stop my shine, while I'm sparklin' Hold the solar gallant ain't the polar ginko bola Survive three stabs to the shoulder, get carried Now they bustin shots at my charriot Supreme ultimate, love the way they say my name when I'm strokin it Fatal strikes rollin with the likes Legendary, treat the microphone like it's comisary Street military, Warface lookin' scary Precarious, love fat ass, but it's various Approach me, only my words could play me closely Intercontinentally doves, I'm makin love to 'em, mentally above Brought the right, some might say I came to rock a chamber, banger, Killa Bee stinger Rap star ajar and an R&B singer Ya ice grillin, but you still ain't killin mics Lurkin in my eye, motherfuckers ya be feelin like Fuck drinkin, fuck short term thinkin Fuck bug niggas trying to floss with their drink and I be the iceberg that left ya whole ship thinkin The black God, see a rap star in the makin Prepare for me, I carefully approach the situation SongtexteStay humble while I'm rumblin with Satan I street relate, got playas hatin The manner of a king, breed, catch or freeze nigga, Killa Bee Sting They lost the round they wrist, and everything is crisp Rappin for beef, I made a list Blew the death kiss, the legend that truth became a myth I calculate, watchin ya friends evaporate in the mystery Thinkin that God's a mystery Killer bomb threats, blowin this shit outta the content My category, mission my words is self explanatory Real live hustla, 6'2" and kinda muscular Justice is served on the first violation Fuck the example, make a statement Dwellin in Hell, but maintain a state of harmony Thinkin I hear somebody callin me Stranger, countin my days, resist the manger Swift change makin my heart react to danger But state the con tight, one false move I switch to crime life Roll with the armory, talkin with heat The streets a part of me To measure, my styles been hard time for ever React to my contact a hardcore felon From Manarose to Wesley, 11 years without tellin My life for the Black Seven and we all give our love to the Black Seven Harmony hold the niggas that slept, I check the folder Niggas Know me, rather me walk name lonely The money, and the fame, and the bitches niggas show me Aus Songtexte Mania