safe, nigga Yo, lord, yo, nigga what up? All this shit right here, turn that shit down, nigga This school is the hardest school, B, what Dart School?
fucking safe, nigga Yo, lord, yo, nigga what up All this shit right here, turn that shit down, nigga This school is the hardest school, B, what Dart School
And they ain't even really gotta hear me out Keep it dirty like pigpen, voice in the warrior's head Like [Incomprehensible] Clocking like Big Ben, old school
I paint the town red with many heads are severed R-A-W, I still bring trouble to Throw your raps in the sleep hold, quick to snuggle you Dart heat your
trouble Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double The struggle ain't right up in your face, it's more subtle But it's still comin' across like the bridge and tunnel vision I try to school
there say - you must be new a movie camera! (ooohh!) WELL - I wouldn't GO (darts?) don't! (over his shoulder as he goes to play darts) WHO IS THAT WITH YOU? (darts
2009! Geez Yeah, this be that old school type shit Yeah, that Blaxploitation shit Afro picks, Cadillac whips We gon' hit you like Truck Turner with the
reign king Savagy and wankstas Is not a part of my main stream, they plain jeans I'm King Original, Tao Wu Tazine Solomon darts, vocabulary Nazarines
me. She was buzzin' all over me. She was buzzin' all over me like she fell in love. Bang bang baby shot me in the heart, in the dark, with the dart
one of dem niggaz that rip up excursions Til there is no seats left You shit out wheat chex and fart out deep breaths While we toss darts at the bottom
song I prolong nigga my style is real strong Plus I stay dipped like the first day of school Blood pool kid with the low cut fade My darts is number
die, under the name W-U, the primary, your secondary Definitely not necessary, the legendary You printed the blueprints to do this shit Moving the youth in the bricks Spitting poison tipped darts
here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs The
Blood On Chef's Apron Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen Discovery Channel, catch the book of Daniel Coke blunts hot as a FUCK swatted bamboo high school
Allow me a God for real, Sallah position Performers, weak convicts you shouldn't fool wit They foul, snitchin' on the niggas they went to school wit
looked at me like, yeah, nigga right But you gave me your number anyway, you were on the talcum Powder, how's about them oranges Moved away from home to school
Some say militant, others say rebel, well my intellet is on a different level. The black to the heart with self-awareness darts. You say it's trouble
