The Dark Horse
The Kyd
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
So you wanna be hardcore It's the K motherfucker , put your money on the dark horse So who do you think these bars for? Fronting like you're a vet, I'm on your neck doing parkour So you wanna be hardcore The K motherfucker, put your money on the dark horse So who do you think these bars for You know I've been out for blood, put your money on the dark horse Well it's your terminus, curtains risen My pertinence churning turbulence When I'm swerving quick in to your jurisdiction In earnest, printing all my wording different To nourish rhythms, for certain this been The first edition of purist vision Emerging sizzling, a burning urge is itching To murk versions of verses scripted by circles of vermin in this A stern offensive occurs in minutes Convert this entire circuit of serpents to a perfect list Of my journal's victims, can not learn my limits on top furtive missions to knock, herds of bitches From paupers to riches, observe the wisdom Of Pac, Ern and Dickens to drop, purge the system Then convert the prisms, berserk conditions as mind turning quick as Ty Durden visits inside nerves inflicting The kind of verve that's sickening My stitching, leaving guys disturbed and twitching With spine and sternum stiffened So you wanna be hardcore It's the K motherfucker put your money on the dark horse So who do you think these bars for Fronting like you're a vet, I'm on your neck doing parkour So you wanna be hardcore It's the K motherfucker put your money on the dark horse So who do you think these bars for You know I've been out for blood, put your money on the dark horse When my mic's grabbed, your life flash fast and swift I black on tracks, then laugh at your cats' casket dip React passionless, it's one less daft, vapid, dick Cause unrest, come test in one breath, I'll smash trash you spit My black magic hits the drum set with mad craftsmanship Finesse through the tongue left one wrecked, you yap crass cause if You lads jabbering with dumb threats, all that blabbering From gums becomes the gist of my attacks' catalyst I'm haphazardous to have spat against You crabs gassed up it's One last fashionista of that true rap On that boom- bap, mastered this To construe paths to go and rule rap after since It's no cap, I'm sole captain of backpacker shit I'm like Bo Jackson using a wack rapper's ribs For batting practice to shoot this past average with Grammatic havoc to detach cabbages of Your f*ck ass, to subtract sacrilege And then pluck ash into a vast gravel pit So sick, you need a hazmat to fit On fast tracks to crypts and that's that, you bitch So you wanna be hardcore It's the K motherfucker, put your money on the dark horse So who do you think these bars for Fronting like you're a vet, I'm on your neck doing parkour So you wanna be hardcore It's the K motherfucker, put your money on the dark horse So who do you think these bars for You know I've been up for blood, put your money on the dark horse
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"The Dark Horse Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 20 Jun 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/14360879/The+Kyd/The+Dark+Horse>.
Discuss the The Dark Horse Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In