Darker Side Of Me

[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