Credits
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DarQ
Rap
R.H. Bless
Rap
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Mike Dillenberger
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Hypnotist Beats
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Lyrics
I know you see us comin’
Won’t stop ‘til the job gets done
You see your hungry eyes
Oh yeah, you betta run
Full clips with steady gunnin’
Make shots you can hear through the slums
You see them hungry eyes
Oh yeah, you betta run
Yeah you betta run
On your heals we comin’ to get ya, get ya
Yeah you betta run
Say your prayers when that Darqness hit ya, hit ya
Yeah, you betta run
Hope and pray that the angels are wit ya, wit ya
You betta run, betta run, run
When RH is on his wrath
Uh-oh here comes trouble
Ain’t nobody safe from his war path
Make your whole block rumble
I’m all hustle, brains, and muscle
Made from ghetto pain and struggle
One thing I learned cause I’m no fool
Ain’t nobody in this game gon’ love you
In my eyes, I’m the public enemy
And this rap game one of the remedies
RH bangs out to infinity
Streets approve, I don’t think ya hearin’ me
Let me make it real loud and clear
Like a barrel to ya ear, all beware
The power, the passion, the loves right here
I thought I told you, I’m ya worst nightmare
And I’m a old school legends dream
Because I am what they used to be
The present style and esteem
I make ‘em wanna get back in the swing
Listen to how I attack this thing
Look at how I capture the scene
Outta respect for those that inspire me
I’ll blast your ass to smithereens
I’m ready to take you out whenever I feel like it
I’m daily feedin’ off doubts and fears, I’m sever lightin’
Strickin’, slicin’, dicin’, frightenin’, I’m not like them
Oh no, I’m still black Tims, black jeans, black hoodie, low tims
On my Brooklyn shit
Block exchange already know we stay on it
…any track when we jump on it
Bring it to any crew claimin’ they want it
And I do for the fame, do it for the stacks, do it for the props on the block
Yeah, I do it for the game, do it for the blacks, do it for the love of his hop
I do it like I’m insane, with nothing on my brain, besides seeing targets drop
Yeah, I do it for the lust, I do it for the rush, I’m making the whole market hot
And I’m just getting started
Up for hire the hit man artist
I kill ‘em first, that’s really neuronic
You’ll soon be the dearly departed
I know you see us comin’
Won’t stop ‘til the job gets done
You see your hungry eyes
Oh yeah, you betta run
Full clips with steady gunnin’
Make shots you can hear through the slums
You see them…
Oh yeah, you betta run
Yeah you betta run
On your heals we comin’ to get ya, get ya
Yeah you betta run
Say your prayers when that Darqness hit ya, hit ya
Yeah, you betta run
Hope and pray that the angels are wit ya, wit ya
You betta run, betta run, run
Oh, you ain’t runnin’ yet
Don’t think Darq is a threat
Will come test me and see how Darq it get
I’m a heartless prick
My fifth got a horses kick
Your frame hit, make your body do some awesome shit
I got Powers but I ain’t talkin’ Austin, bitch
It’s lead showers for the cowards that are talkin’ shit
You runnin’ now, damn dawg you had all that lip
‘Til your head got cracked, like four, five, six, ugh
I leave pussies like a Prozac fix, ugh
My city with me like throwback Knicks (git ‘em)
You throw two then I throw back six
Black Tims, black hoodie, on my throwback shit
Black nine, flat line when your dome get hit
I treat these rappers like my Dutch, so don’t get lit
If Darq the father to this rap game, don’t get wit
I stay strapped on my BX shit
I’ve been hungry dawg, don’t get bit
I got it locked like Rotts and Pitts
I’m on the block tryin’ to pitch my shit
My money’s stopped and the clips get pitched
I’m yo han strong arm you can’t catch me, prick
I ride my waves on my jet ski shit
You Goodfellas get a Pesci’s ditch
You Coke Zero I’m a Pepsi, bitch
So start runnin’
I know you see us comin’
Won’t stop ‘til the job gets done
You see your hungry eyes
Oh yeah, you betta run
Full clips with steady gunnin’
Make shots you can hear through the slums
You see them…
Oh yeah, you betta run
Yeah you betta run
On your heals we comin’ to get ya, get ya
Yeah you betta run
Say your prayers when that Darqness hit ya, hit ya
Yeah, you betta run
Hope and pray that the angels are wit ya, wit ya
You betta run, betta run, run
Written by: Christopher williamson, R.H. Bless