Kyd - The Dark Horse Lyrics

So you wanna be hardcore
It's the K motherf*cker , 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 motherf*cker, 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 motherf*cker 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 motherf*cker 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 motherf*cker, 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 motherf*cker, 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