Dark Road

New Line Cinema presents "The Dark Road"
Starring Jean-Claude Van Damme
With Wesley Snipes, Morgan Freeman, Kool Keith, Robin Williams
With special guest Noname and Nobody from Tha Undertakers
Dark Roads, coming February 22nd at a theater near you

I'm tired of rap, I don't even like makin' records no more
I quit, y'all don't know, a long time ago
I'd rather hang in strip clubs in Detroit and Chicago
I hate lookin' at rappers who freestyle walkin' around the same block
They still gonna be there tomorrow
Battle back and forth, east, south, west and north
With forty thousand records, I don't need to record no more
Two million or better, Prevost Bus on tour
Nothin' to prove, live in the Bronx, y'all show me hardcore
Been around Europe, already United States
Jay-Z, Rakim, KRS, you ask Big Daddy Kane
I'm Artis Gilmore, block shots, anybody comin' down the middle lane
Promoters don't call me no more
Gun toters will call you when I'm poor
Walk up to your Bentley, get out, everybody get on the floor
Whether actor or singer, you could be extra
And feel the TEC-9 texture
With on skinny legs, bald head like Paterson Projects
Nate Archibald, y'all think I'm Clyde Drexler
Walk up to your radio station with sawed-offs
Speak with the Winchester

We about gainin', reignin'
Puttin' in pain and tamin'
Who's rappin'? Lame and playin'
We about gainin', reignin'
Puttin' in pain and tamin'
Who's rappin'? Lame and playin'

Now, let's let this session keep verbally manifestin'
Ain't no question how many niggas be nut-testin'
But I'ma crush you, wear this loop
Don't know why you even asked who
Nobody and ain't nobody comin' with us, so keep second guessin'
One hundred and ten, let the games begin
Mother rhyme, leave 'em all behind
Live on stage or any other time
You cannot affect me
Messed you up when you found out that the Nobody was Kelly
Now feel me, Kill 'em Know, Miss Ghetto Phenomenal
Bang on those that oppose, Miss Vocally Chose
Who got the flows? Can you handle those?
Bringin' heat from the streets of S.C., that's me
Niggas be tryin' to see me, but they can't get with me
Now what? Well, it's the mistress
Blowin' in like El Niño, throwin' blows to your cerebral
Miss Kill 'em Know, Miss Ghetto Phenomenal
Bangin' on those that oppose, Miss Vocally Chose
Who got the flows? Can you handle those?
Bringin' heat from the streets of S.C., that's me
Niggas be tryin' to see me, but they can't get with me

We about gainin', reignin'
Puttin' in pain and tamin'
Who's rappin'? Lame and playin'
We about gainin', reignin'
Puttin' in pain and tamin'
Who's rappin'? Lame and playin'

Stop all the silly games, suck my gat if you hatin'
I don't care if you rich, famous, I'll still send you down to Satan
Breakin' all public laws just to get my paws on a grip
I'm a dog from L.A. streets, but I still love runnin' with Crips
Runnin' with clips, fully loaded, automatic, without no tips
Them hollow point silver bullets that'll bust your head if you trip
I'm on a West Coast mission, we throw my set up in your face
Got a problem? Let me know right now and we can go settle it, ace
I move with Mean Green, Bistro Brown, Thug Life, Mopreme
Razorblade, Major 7, Ne-Yo, and Big Chachi
Future Free from the pen, we hit the streets like gorillas
Knuckles scrape across the concrete, we on a hunt to get more scrilla
With Tha Undertakers, monster like Godzillas on the mic
You wanna see us? You might die whether day or night
Not scared of the light, but we still come out when it's dark
Vampires stalk the streets, alleys of L.A. to New York
(Central Park, murderers)

We about gainin', reignin'
Puttin' in pain and tamin'
Who's rappin'? Lame and playin'
We about gainin', reignin'
Puttin' in pain and tamin'
Who's rappin'? Lame and playin'