Dark and Sinister

Dark you better watch your back call me sinister Who the hell needs a friend when it's the End consider me somethin' of a looney Labels are suckin' on my dick like they knew me Now doors are breakin' down, put on your glasses We're kickin' asses, you bastards Turntables rotate But it's gettin' late, check the time, you're the bait I can smell fish all around, things are gettin' fishy Try and try but you can't diminish me Or Mell'O', or the rap race On the whole, you're an asshole in your face State of mind, what you're wearin' is what you're worshippin' (You're slippin'), moderfucka you're trippin' E for ecstasy that's what you're livin' on I get the job done and then I'm gone See me givin' a fuck while weak brays be gowchin' Mell'O' be ragin', mc's be slouchin' Flow like a fountain, steadily mountin' Give me the mic, watch words I'm spowtin' Brockin' up fools, evadin' the rules .......punk Break sweat like a preacher, fanatical speaker (Mell'O' go easy), fuck dat, I'm gon reach ah Mad individual, I'm on a vigil (Rap's full of bullshit) and nuff bullshit rituals As I say hay, pussy bray walk away I bug a break, big a beat, but I don't play I rok, I rok, with the Blade, daily Mell'O' slays I know my history, so you cannot shit on me The music industry is full up with controversy Nuff man try to stop me, they're goin' on with fuckries (Mell'O' why you cursin') because I'm fuckin' angry Shit give me the mic real quick You prick, you're jockin' so get off of my dick Now this is strictly for the listener The groove gets dark as the rhyme gets sinister Heads are rollin', mcs are fallin' Simply cause they're nothin' but weak and still buggin' I'm huggin' the raw shit, memorizin' the raw shit Bored of that shit, diggedy more shit Ready for war shit, you need the raw shit Many stores never get this cause they're shit Our price is their price, think about it twice Their price a high price, no chicken and rice HMV and X, and W I'm here to trouble you, pop's in love with you Rock's in love with, indie's in love with you But rap's got the reasons to hate you Virgin, I'm slowly emergin', divergin' Tearin' up your hip hop section like a surgeon (So Drop another classic), rumour has it I'm takin' the measures that are drastic Warrior, dark and sinister, stranglin' Here's the plastic, punks ain't handlin' Hippy, hippy, (hooray) time to get the skippy Here comes the tippy tippy, you're wearin' Chippie I leave you guessin', now forever stressin' Your soul compressin', your life I'm messin' Because I'm mad atcha like a dog-catcher I catcha and treatcha like maggie thatcher Bag snatcher, getcha and rip out your head head Now you can call me the thoroughbred Mell'O' kickin' facts (it ain't about the cash) Now here comes the gate crash Mell'O' kickin' facts (it ain't about the cash) (Blade on the attack), now here comes the gate crash Why you fuckin' round with the mind, playin' games You ain't fuckin' round with my mind, I drop names [Mell'o'] Blade, now it’s time to buss a rhyme and get paid Listen to the lyrics, Mell’O’ made I gave plenty plenty ruff neck lyrics, ruff rhymes I thought that ’92 would be my time But then I signed a record deal with a rich black man Funky hair do, like a Dan damn I was figurin’, fingerin’ up the triggerin’ Thinkin’ of a way me and my boys could kick a nigger in But still the thoughts of darkness must cease Because I’m on a path that embraces peace Peace….. can’t you figure, my ambition’s getting’ bigger As I get older, mcs get bolder Step back a second, witness and behold the Facts that I told yah, Mell’O’ is a soldier That rhymes with rage, burns and smoulders But still I’m stuck between a snake and a vulture Now ain’t that a bitch, I pitch My lyrics like a nuttah, I could never rich and switch Now this is strictly for the listener The rhymes get dark while the groove gets sinister