JK The Reaper - Dark & Violent lyrics

[Intro] Fang life! You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside Welcome to the land You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside What it's 'bout?! [Verse 1: Denzel Curry] It's ‘bout a young n***a, running away from the moon to catch the sun quicker Drug dealer, Nino with the steelo trying to sell kilos and grams Settling angry stomachs up in his fam So if that silver spoon on your plate, if you touch that, that's your fate Don't have faith, Like Evans, you got to face demons to get to your heaven The pimps is the prophets, not prophets for reverends, this is the lifestyle of a broke adolescent So here's a lesson of a teen who survived Rikers But shortly, his life had ended with a bullet that's made out of Midas Touch [Hook: J.K. The Rapper] x2 You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside You ain't never felt the pain of the darkside You ain't felt the burning flames of the darkside You ain't have a f**ing name on the darkside [Verse 2: J.K. The Rapper] Knew a young brother without a name, he was in love with his nina trapped And steadily schemin, barely sleepin, but dreamin of pretty b**hes and beamers But when he awake, he sees his fate And his reality, to do whatever it takes to elevate his f**ing salary Any n***as a casualty, k** 'em, rob 'em Then casually walk off into the darkness, it all started When he was, welcomed into our f**ed up world, the son of a f**ed up girl And his father was just a blur, his life had took a curve When he saw his brother dead on the curb, due to retaliation Of the gang relation, he was young, a kid, a baby And yet to realize the pollution of the nation Now he 18 life in jail is what he facin' sh**, murder was the case that they gave him sh**, murder was the case when they raised him Mind stuck in the all black prison You think he give a f** about the system? [Interlude] (Car driving) n***a we gotta get this money Damn right We gotta get this money, I got the plans... Everything's set up Just got to go in there-.. Got the banger man, as long as you got the hammer man, we out ...Go by the book... You ready to do this sh** or what? Yeah, yeah, 'this what I got to do [Verse 3: Nell] Out on the gank, rolling the dank As he cased out the bank, he was catching that shank Getting loaded the stick, trying to major his rank Thugging was how he was brought in the paint Rush the security, no longer pure was thee Soul turned it cold for the love of the gold Bust in the air, everyone hit the floor Not giving a f**, loc-ing off of the 'dro Bodied a n***a, riding in a dropped ‘Lac Top back, cruising them twenty fours So I went crazy, my vision got hazy I walked in the bank, and I start to get bold Clutching that pistol grip The teller was moving too slow so I pistol-whipped The b**h, he was twitching, bust at a civilian And blasted the mag with no mask in the buildin' [Verse 4: Denzel Curry] Burn the fingertips off, replace the dental Left the golden bullet magic in his coufie, no his temple That's engraved, leaving corpses In graves, Glock 17 cutting fades Barber, we dumped the security in the harbor Then we switched the identity, so the name Leroy Carter The bank teller looking short and squeamish Steve pistol-whipped the b**h; she kept screaming Shut up, ho, before a n***a nut up, ho Steve said he couldn't take the sh** So he took her to the back, then Steve grabbed the MAC Then he put it to her head, and then he ripped the b**h Boy, we gotta do a job or we might get toast 13 shots rung out and it left two ghost Tales from the dark side, jack move, riding Trials and tribulations of the dark and violent