Darken

[Hook]
Saw that light was dominant, had to darken approach
Consuming any and every, hunger, starving for growth
More known than you think, you could never tarnish the glow
Intimidating to listen to, even larger at shows
Not the best, but twice iller than most artists I know
Challenge me, better have the National Guard with you hoe
If I gotta got with you so be it, harder the flow
And even in the afterlife, you'll be Carnage's foe

[Verse 1]
Preface: Audio Anarchy Cookbook, turn the page
[?] An increase in those [?] deserving hate murder rate
Herds to make career switches
Tragedy could occur today
Tomorrow might be too late to reverse your fate
Now, let's get it on
The Executioner comes back to thrust that
Rough rap to undiscovered echelon
No longer flexing about impressing a crowd
If establishments knew my potential
They would pull signs stating "No Weapons Allowed"
You know now you're near doom when you first meet me
I sweat, have bad breath, and appear human
On platforms with a mic on, quite exhilarating
But actually, disguised a killer waiting for an appropriate strike time
Thought of clobbering fools makes me slobber and drool
So if disrespect you dudes choose to the astute spook, I'll more than abuse you
Size twelve boot through your dook chute so far you'll be forced to travel the puke route
[?] impaction has you re-tasting your lunch
Then smashing people on tracks and cracks a geek's face with a punch
[?]
'Cause I was beat enough growing up
That I promised myself I wouldn't ever allow it to happen again
Meant it more about whipping hordes of manless punk chumps
As if they were myself and I was an alcoholic with an extension cord
Who I am is reflected outright
Surface listeners might say "You should try talking about life"
Operandi Modus: link lost life line through Hip-Hop symbiosis
Reason approach is voted atrocious
Notice absence from organized battle
Fear getting beat? Nah
I fear turning all at arm's length into instant weaponry
Some rhyme for fame, I rhyme for maim
Whether you die for lacking skills or live because you developed skills, I'm to blame
None are forgiven for how much I'm being bitten
I've lost more lyrics than most here have even written
(I was here) In the days when Black emcees who came witty
Ran the scene and didn't respect you if y'all wasn't from the same city
Events popped off and rarely ended with guns drawn
Emcees would open up for R&B groups, and perform one song
(I was here) Back when nobody had real clout in the Twin Metro
Talent shows, commerce, record deals, mic checks, and Black expos
Newcomers learned quickly to not stress
That winning was the result of a who-knew-whom popularity contest
(I was here) At a time Heiro, Boot Camp, and Wu-Tang were the jocked crews
No presence? You spot lose, got booed
In between coffee shops, restaurants, and venues
Less than fifty stages even supported Hip-Hop
And it didn't get the cover of City Pages
(I was here) Before Rhymesayers built the Midwest sound
When rarely white dudes could grab the mic and not get clowned
Saint Paul was not called "Shots Paul"
And it was an asset, not a hindrance to spit like you got balls
Categorize me, [?] having nut supplies
Dark lover eyes, butter mine
One of a kind, complex laced with gutter grime
Won't let where I'm from be known only for thugging lies
Self-degradation, rainbows, flower, and butterflies
I bend the words with a drive to be the illest possible
[?] repel rhythm ridiculous rhyme renderers
Detonate when reach heat, levitate and eat beats
Treat meat to get better with age
Style never played, complete freak
I would feel untrue to the culture if I didn't aspire
To make music that would impress those who influence me
You need the same knot
Earn the right to claim props
Being called one of the best by some of the best
And y'all waiting for a name drop
Took some time, but boosted confidence in my skill level
Found no English word I couldn't rhyme
Now I fear that they wouldn't shine
Ain't the reason why some in higher places won't share their spotlight
Your guess why is as good as mine
I've made words and sounds you'll never forget
Recruited a crew and started Heca to rep
Raised the rapping bar, beatboxed as a one man jazz band
And changed the scene by helping opposite-race and opposite-sex crews less of a threat
That don't make me less of a threat
But sharp is my cutting instrument constituting not respected a vet
Forever the sets remain tight
Became nice, ranked high
Name price to aim mics
And change life course then drain life force the same night
Handling embers
Flame flickers few fry with fury til flare flesh features until felt by future family members
Sanity whimpers, conquered, left in flight
You're taking your final breaths tonight
Monster, dead the light
Bonkers
Brain, brawn, and razors propelled by trigger tongue
Swarm syllable shrapnel scatter when you run
Hit a lung
Contract diseases
Give a dung who you tricks came with
Kick tay-ish, get banged, split back to pieces
Consult my past releases
Carnology, Foreign Genetics, Sense of Sound to name a few
Chronicling what I came to do
Bezerker worker will not rest
Until responsible for imminent impact
That could cause even my death in the process
In my type of battle, you'll die
Or leave with at least body cast
Consuming only soft meals through straw
With colostomy bag and [?] thighs
For it is causing pain and suffrage that brings Carnage actual highs

[Hook]
Saw that light was dominant, had to darken approach
Consuming any and every, hunger, starving for growth
More known than you think, you could never tarnish the glow
Intimidating to listen to, even larger at shows
Not the best, but twice iller than most artists I know
Challenge me, better have the National Guard with you hoe
If I gotta got with you so be it, harder the flow
And even in the afterlife, you'll be Carnage's foe