{intro: the dark mic and afro}
I still remember the day, that they tried to take her away
The only thing i ever loved, hip-hop
And there’s only one mc in the game i could trust to help me get her back
Ahaaa, afro
Yo afro, you ready? i’ll go in first
{verse 1: the dark mic}
Pick up the gat, get ready for combat/
It’s the dark mic and a-f-r-o, ready to bomb tracks/
Winter, spring, summer, i’m ready for all that/
But i caught ‘em back in autumn, the way that they fall back/
All my enemies end up, like a witness/
Planning on snitching, on one of the clintons/
Call it suicide, but it’s mad suspicious/
With a gun in his hand, that didn’t match ballistics/
Don’t dismiss it, baby i’m hardcore/
Kick in the door, with cover they run for/
Blood and gore, from the liquid swords/
Making ‘em abort, like killing your unborn/
I’m true horror, they’re calling me pennywise/
I clown mcs, terrorize their lives/
You’ll float too, when i cannibalize/
As i open up my mandible, eat you in one bite/
{verse 2: a-f-r-o}
Fro appear, on flight to landin’ - no near on my transit/
Go - hear all my commandments - don’t dare defy the planet/
Commandeer i change form/
I’m an angel underneath the most high that waitin’ for the day until he
Wage war/
I sway a sword, i ain’t afraid of performing, i can’t afford/
I enforce all, from dawn until the bloody mornin’/
There be beasts - that be roamin’ the streets of the townsfolk/
Defeatin’ any enemy that go and they try to surround fro/
I’m action packed full metal jacket, ready classic the camo/
I got big muscles with no shirt, i think i’m rambo/
I can handle any torture method you throw at me/
It can be waterboardin’, or burnin’ me, i take pain like it’s nothin’/
I ain’t bluffin’, or braggin’, but i be ready for battles/
And like that redman track it be time 4 some aksion/
Too much damage, i hit them where it hurts/
It be a warzone up on this doggone planet earth/
I’m out
{bridge: the dark mic and afro)
Afro
The dark mic
Fro
I’m in the building like
Yo, afro, i don’t think my work here is done
Think i still got some more work to do
I’m going back in, cover me
{verse 3: the dark mic}
Back on the scene, it’s the lyrical phenomenon/
I never gave a fu*k, well not without a condom on/
Decapitating rappers, with the noggins that i’m nomming on/
Then throw the fu*kin armor on, and get the fu*kin drama on/
Ready for the war, i’m ready to drop bombs/
No discrimination, i’m murdering everyone/
Good guy, bad guy, everybody’s good as gone/
Like walking into comic con, and bombing it on ramadan/
Getting these rap addicts back in the bad habit/
Frank luc bars, giving ‘em blue magic/
John wick time, baby i’m back at it/
With a handgun, that’s more of a hand cannon/
I’ma take advantage, b*tch i’m above average/
Your top ten, is nothing but mere practice/
Clap ‘em with a passion, baby i’m damn savage/
Give ‘em brain damage, then dark mic vanish/
I’m out