Dark and Sinister

Ah, dark, you better watch your back, call me sinister
Who the hell needs a friend when it's the end?
Consider me something 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 Mellow 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') Motherfucker, you're trippin'
Evil ecstasy, that's what you're livin' on
I get the job done and then I'm gone

Yeah, see me givin' a fuck while weak plays be gougin'
Mellow be ragin', MCs be slouchin'
Flow like a fountain, steadily poutin'
Give me the mic, what words that I'm spoutin'
Fuckin' up fools who playin' the rules
Pomp rich man like a preacher
Fanatical speaker, Mellow go easy
Fuck that, I'm gon' reach ya
Mad individual 'cause I'm on a vigil
Raps full of bullshit, enough bullshit rituals
As I say, "Hey, pussy brain, walk away"
I break a break, dig a beat, but I don't play
I rock a rap with a blade, daily Mellow slay
I know my history, so you cannot shit on me
The music industry is full of weak and travesty
Never try to stop me, they're goin' off with fuckery
Mellow, 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

I get dark
I get sinister
I get dark
I get 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
Water that shit, diggety 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, the high price, no chicken and rice
H and V and X, Y, and W
I'm here to trouble you, punks in love with you
Punks in love with you, indies in love with you
But rats got their reasons to hate you
Vergin', 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' chippy
I leave you guessin', now forever stressin'
Your soul compressin', your life a mess and
Because I'm mad at you like a dog catcher
And I'll catch ya and I'll treat ya like Maggie Thatcher
Backstabbed ya, get ya and rip out your head, head
Now you can call me the thoroughbred
Mellow kickin' facts
It ain't about the cash
Now here comes the gatecrash
Mellow kickin' facts
It ain't about the cash
Blade, doggy, attack
Now here comes the gatecrash
Why you fuckin' 'round with the mind playin' games?
You ain't fuckin' 'round with my mind, I drop names

Blade, now it's my time to bust a rhyme and get paid
Listen to the lyrics Mellow made
I gave plenty plenty roughneck lyric rough rhymes
I thought that '92 would be my time
But then I signed a record deal with a rich black man
Funky head do like a dance, damn
I was figurin', figurin' out the triggerin'
Thinkin' of the way me and my boys could kick a nigga in
But still the force of darkness must cease
Because I'm on the path that's embracin' peace
Please, touch a finger, my ambition gets bigger
As I get older, MCs get bolder
Step back and take a witness and beholder
Facts that I told ya, Mellow is a soldier
The rhyme is great, 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 letter, I could never writ' and switch
Now this is strictly for the listener
The rhyme gets dark while the groove gets sinister

Yeah, I get dark
I get sinister
I get dark
Man, I get sinister
Dark
And I get sinister
Dark
And I get sinister

Yeah, I wanna take this time to scream out the crew they call SWS
Strengthen with strength, peace
Awoos and Tribe, yeah, Sparky Ski, MIT, peace
And the shout-outs from this section from Blade
We gotta give a definite shout-out to my engineer, No Sleep Nigel, for
Hangin' by me from beginnin', from day one, Lyrical Maniac Tapes
1989 (Respect), and now we're '93
We're still comin' hard, believe that
We got 2000 AD and we got the SAS squad
All the way from ten years back
We got Mellow in the house
And we got Sparky (Uh-huh) and we got the SWS
Yo, you're out there, ha-ha (Peace, man)
Remember, comin' strong, '93's our time
We got Ryan Cut, Cole, all the way from Belgium
Definitely kickin' shit all over Europe, we're ready
Here we come
And we got Digi, not forgettin' him ever, Bush Killa the original
And now we move on to the DJ's
A definite shout-out must go out to DJ
I can't say it, man, I can't say it
DJ