Dark Age
You need protected custody, if you dare to fuck with me
Murder in the 1st degree, I don't kill them softly
Plastic surgery, is what you're gonna need
You're messed up, feel the wrath of the wicked free
A dark age, dark ways in this poetry
You see the light, I see the dark and it's holding me
Voices in my head, always listen closely
Think again, cuz you can't just approach me
Give rappers skull fractures, it's on G
You were rolling with the crew, now you're lonely
I'm in the zone, see?
I'm far out there
Never unprepared, got knowledge I won't share
It's over your head, danger beware
I'm looking down from the top of the stairs
Decapitate your head, hold it by the hair
Let the gods know, the sacrifice is dead
What the fuck's going on?
Danger!
The only thing you can feel is the pain...
I'm ancient patient of Satan
There's agents, tracing this pagan
When I'm taping, masons macing
Hibernation, missing, late Spring
Rap raven, take bling, gray skin
When I'm raging, I tase 'em, brain dead
Shit I'm changing
Stations, playing lame, fake, same shit day in, day out
Slaying zombies at my steakhouse (Planet terror)
Let my shotty blow brains out (Splatter matter)
Woodstock to might come next, is deadly
You'll get chopped up and buried in the soil of the Serengeti
We turn prairies to cemeteries
It ain't a fairy tale, I'm married, to Bloody Mary
I kissed the bride with a sharp blade
And watch the 21st Century turn into a dark age
What the fuck's going on?
Danger!
The only thing you can feel is the pain...
Mad skills, now I won't pass them to the next man
Higher chief fist
Pack a sword in my left hand
Intestines, spreading many infections
Hip-Hop pills, I want the number one hit man
I feel the energy of enemies to start flinching
Telekinesis, I'mma split your mind like Brown Derren
Pretty sickening, the way I make infliction
On light-fret skin, ever course skinless skin
I'm a serious sinner
Make your body disappear like a serial killer
What I see in the mirror, is the creature Jay Domma
Cuz I be fucking niggas up, worse than karma
So call your momma (The bitch ain't coming)
Cuz she is getting fucked in the depths of my dungeon
From London to Ghost Town
Niggas to concave
Cuz everyone here is living in the dark age
Murder in the 1st degree, I don't kill them softly
Plastic surgery, is what you're gonna need
You're messed up, feel the wrath of the wicked free
A dark age, dark ways in this poetry
You see the light, I see the dark and it's holding me
Voices in my head, always listen closely
Think again, cuz you can't just approach me
Give rappers skull fractures, it's on G
You were rolling with the crew, now you're lonely
I'm in the zone, see?
I'm far out there
Never unprepared, got knowledge I won't share
It's over your head, danger beware
I'm looking down from the top of the stairs
Decapitate your head, hold it by the hair
Let the gods know, the sacrifice is dead
What the fuck's going on?
Danger!
The only thing you can feel is the pain...
I'm ancient patient of Satan
There's agents, tracing this pagan
When I'm taping, masons macing
Hibernation, missing, late Spring
Rap raven, take bling, gray skin
When I'm raging, I tase 'em, brain dead
Shit I'm changing
Stations, playing lame, fake, same shit day in, day out
Slaying zombies at my steakhouse (Planet terror)
Let my shotty blow brains out (Splatter matter)
Woodstock to might come next, is deadly
You'll get chopped up and buried in the soil of the Serengeti
We turn prairies to cemeteries
It ain't a fairy tale, I'm married, to Bloody Mary
I kissed the bride with a sharp blade
And watch the 21st Century turn into a dark age
What the fuck's going on?
Danger!
The only thing you can feel is the pain...
Mad skills, now I won't pass them to the next man
Higher chief fist
Pack a sword in my left hand
Intestines, spreading many infections
Hip-Hop pills, I want the number one hit man
I feel the energy of enemies to start flinching
Telekinesis, I'mma split your mind like Brown Derren
Pretty sickening, the way I make infliction
On light-fret skin, ever course skinless skin
I'm a serious sinner
Make your body disappear like a serial killer
What I see in the mirror, is the creature Jay Domma
Cuz I be fucking niggas up, worse than karma
So call your momma (The bitch ain't coming)
Cuz she is getting fucked in the depths of my dungeon
From London to Ghost Town
Niggas to concave
Cuz everyone here is living in the dark age
Credits
Writer(s): Frank Boersma, Mark Van Dijk, Jannes Lelieveld, Peter Lelieveld, Maurice De Vries
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