Darkside

[Intro]
Oh, you think darkness is your ally. But you merely adopted the dark; I was born in it, moulded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but BLINDING!
What up motherfuckers! It's your motherfucking boy, D-N-A! Along with the homie, it's K-Fix, and that man, SplytSecond! All you motherfucking rappers out there, thinking you going hard and shit, you don't even know the definition of rap, but that's aight cause we here to learn you something! You gon learn today motherfuckers, you gon learn today!

[Verse 1: DNA Tru Lyricist]
It's Halloween 2014, everything that cross our path is a poor thing
I murder everything every time I'm recording
Where you going, you ain't making it out, Dorothy
Fuck the Wicked Witch from the West it's the Wicked Beast from the East
And I'm sinking my teeth in deep when I'm devooring
I mean devouring, in the night I am prowling, the darkness be surrounding you even in the morning
Cause I'm a motherfucking errrRAH!
Beast eliminator call me Turok
Bow and arrow coming at you sure shot
Swinging the corn shucker leaving you cropped
When you dealing with me you'll be in the worst spot
Thinking you can beat me you gon learn now
Smashing your face deep into the curb top
Flawless victory, fatality I'm perfect
You're not ready for the DNA I burn spots
Up when the lyrics be spraying sure nough
Someone tryna test it with absurd stuff, sir what
In the hell are you thinking you doing, doing nothing but standing there ready to get a chewing
The machete be splitting through em, I'm a motherfucking horror fanatic and no ignoring the static
When I be coming with the BRRRRAH!
You thinking you bringing it better I'm leaving you severed cutting your neckline
Thinking there ain't any matchable talent nobody comparing to Tech N9ne
It's funny you caught up and not even knowing that DNA bringing the best line
You better be open your eyes to the lyrical massacre I'm gonna wreck mine
Topping em all when I'm bringing the natural lyricism, yes I'm
Bringing it better than Playboy the Beast and you can bet I'm
On another level than Twisted Insane and Crucified and anyone thinking to test mine, bitch you're gonna respect mine!

[Verse 2: K-Fix]
Once upon a time, I was on a grind
Nothin’ but stackin’ these fuckin’ papers on my mind
Finna get back to the basics, I’m takin’ the microphone
I’m leavin’ ’em wasted, erased I’m like the gun on my waist, I’m bangin’ everytime
Better switch up to the NASA with my prime I’ma replenish to the pistol I’m packin and namin’ officially inaccurate
Pin and get it crackin’ and the missile I’m pistol packin’
They have ’em in rivers and represent in the city bitches havin’ it
Sill up on my life upon alive with the rhyme
Never stop underground, I’ma put it down ‘tiI I shine
And on the Metropolis, choppin’ ’em with the lies of the time
Hope it was gonna die, competition time to resign
Gimme the mic and I’m comin’ to choppin’ ’em up, I’m givin’ ’em a fuck and I’m really weeded
Never fucked a bitch, I been in the game, I’m talkin’ plenty minutes
Seen a (sinning?) burglar and I’m like Kenny grippin' in the scene
Semi in my palm, right side cock ’til I’m greedy, filthy
Straight out of Memphis, really wicked and carvin’ livers
Really been givin’ ’em the business for competition that’s coppin’ listen
My conversations is finally gettin’ me in top position
Runnin’ and rockin’ the mic along with all the meaning, I’m the sickest
It’s time for me fill ’em with venom and behead ’em up and I’ll chop ’em to bits
Better believe that I'm being on my level and never be ready for droppin’ this
You cut ’em with venom in head, I tell ’em you better be gettin’ ’em hustled I might of been beneath and fuckin’ around, I’ma take it to head with the medal and pop the Smith
Competition, critics, your chest went in with its miniscule
Fuckin’ around and then possibly get it poppin’ like gin or two It’s right and chopper ready, you’re not gonna tell the blues
Get it ready dude, with the killa shit, might of been a foo
I take a hit or two, understand that for tryin’
My nigga DNA, we and I, shittin’, we split the flame
Spit the fire, nigga imma rock it and keep it G with the choppin’ imposter
Get in for the prophet, representing the game

[Verse 3: SplytSecond]
Hello this double S droppin the bars on the women so that my focus is supple chest
This depiction fits the fiction so I reckon you’re a bit sadistic and are hoping to suffer (yes)
Most ya flow emotional like do-si-do I’m intricate witted I sip on the potion of the finesse
Lyrical ability got em feelin the energy so I solemnly swore to give em dopeness and nothin less
And that’s exactly what imma give the fans, recorded a clip of me rippin the mic and I figure they put it on instagram
A gram of the dopeness granted has focused the span of mitosis and plant the explosive so man can you handle the dosage second is dumpin up all of the clips again
And if you goin against the fam regret it the minute it hits the fan
Everybody be rappin the same with the chickitty boom or the clicka bam
Second I’m reckoning is the man that gotta perform with a system and equipped with a prison of syllablism I split em all with a ballista (Daaamnn)
I’m a super computer, but processing all of the reasons you suck is too much
When I tally the damages I do to the medulla, oblongata they probably forgot em tell me who was the ruler
Making everybody loco hurl they mentor, smackin BET rappers for every curse they censor
Force of a 9 millimeter speed of a Mac 11 I’m bringing about the Demise of the World Trade Center
I told you it'll be a 9/11, 9 when I'm on the
Track, considered aggravated murder
Even when I’m holdin back but lyrically decimating the inhabitants of planet I have no control of that
I’m grabbing a hold of ya spine and I snap it in half I’m breaking the vertebrae
Part an academy that lackin in gravity laugh as it burn away
Lyrical monarchy when I get on the track and I triple and double the murder rate
Like the lessons are from Kevin Hart you’re definitely gonna learn today

[Outro: DNA Tru Lyricist]
You gon learn today motherfuckers, you gon learn today!
Pick the worldplay, bitches, pick the intricate patterns
We ain't on that 666 shit just because we're faster, think we're better, shit we behead em, bitch! That's the way it's gonna stay, motherfuckers