B. B. King - Spirit In The Dark lyrics

[Queen Heroin]

Asides from gettin in you, the words will stain you

Permanent like ink in epidermis, from tattoo artists

to scar this, thought of partnership you may have fought

for this position and status, this entrepeneurship

Matter of fact, madness I planned this like serial killers are banished

Flows aquatic like fishes' surroundings, underground and

it's pounding, like pregnancies, with the expectancy

of three times three, use my mental nine to climb

like gladiator on wall, on call like physicians

to deliver my labor you savor the flavor like Punisher to the cure

A parent's birth picture, evade mixture of offspring

Ring ring the alarm, cause I set strong cases of fire

from my wire connections and disconnections

to settin sparks cause then I'm wettin, microphone checkin

Disrespectin amateurs plus they mentors don't be a sore sport

if it's meant yours, just pretend I liked yours

[J-Treds]

I can be a bit demanding, acceptin, nothing less than the best

I don't just flip shit anyone can kid, I stick the landing

and stand out, amongst most so don't stress

Trying to touch us, you can't come close like phone sex

I stay ahead of the pack, if you fuckin with Treds

know that I cover the spread so always bet on black

I'll give you your money's worth, serve up somethin delicious

While, most of these rappers be makin my tummy hurt

Got me upset, sick of these crabs who can't kick it

All addicted to rhyming, I'ma stick them in rehab

Get em cleaned up you know, show em the light that they're

all bark and no bite, like a tree trunk

We slash and burn em, Indelibles, The Fire In Which

suckers are finished, may they flow, rest in pieces

Cause we're dominating, so while they're busy happy

just to be nominated son, we give acceptance speeches

Takin the crown, front doors, breaking em down

We some BAD MOTHERFUCKERS, that's what many said

They also said, your time will come, it's time to take it cause

we just couldn't stand the wait like Jenny Craig

[Bigg Jus]

Now that's my man the scripture puzzler, bringin a pain device disguiser

for infinite wisdom seeker knowledge of life rhyme provider

?on dudes that just strip time codes down for my feet?

to master one-twenty-four bits at ninety-six KhZ

While you just now trying to get up on Dungeon D&D

Thinking Indelibles will crash and burn you must be lazy and obscene

We fire sequential flyers, my verse ?provides wrecks in concert D?

Slingin em 40 bottles frozen from rooftops and projects

Beware watch below for falling objects, rupturing your optical

Two one-hundred watt mono blocks is optional

to try to match wits with the Diamondback unstoppable

Background poseurs fiend for limelight exposure

When we rally back touch the microphone playtime is over

Who's trying to see the CF graf crew that visualize

top to bottom, and stand out in New York like an L.A. gang tag do

Master of mathematical empirical principal

Metallic medicinal, mixed with herbs, science and mineral

Yo crews start to walk, when we crack the five series hood

Disengage the ?passive, rip open an issue casing?

Trying to sidestep backwards when it's this rhymer that you facing

[Brewin]

Aiyyo, the bullseye pulls my leg and beggin for mercy

My verse be the Don King-in, come out swinging

I'll to kill it, apply my skill shit and the floor's coming

Who ain't feelin my joint, so what that mean your jaw's numbing?

Chill let me stop, gotta get my joint dislodged

and retire armies of niggas, with my dishonorable discharge

and get real, pulling from deep and you gots to play up?

You talk about, "Respect mines," steady missin your layups

Hoes to foes, I start staring, wild truculant

heart tearing style, fuck you then, order your demise

I'm well stocked, shell shocked, describin the bombs alarms

incoming, when drum and vocal localize

for niggaz talkin bout Lucci, must be modeling Susan

Erika Kane bitch like, reputation for losing

Listen do you hear voices saying, "Damn that's a sucker"

Paranoid, looking like Fuzzy Zoeller at the Rukas

[El-P]

Hey yo my nihilist, stylus, cuts matter the finest

The prime of the sequence hides my vicious defense assignment

Your cacophonic visuals bond strictly to bitch tissue fissure

Yeah, the burn from what I'm worth operation

I hate, let's exterminate bandwidths and communicate physically

Bezerk non happers will sleep on third rails for their cemetary

Enlist as, from small pox to syphillis, all stars

Shit on punchlines insidious kid, that you barf off

Only buck fifty you ever handed out was with a Metro card

I can fit the sum of your Tom Thumb concepts in a thimble

Simple bitches, Doctor Death lacing barbed wire stitches

A herd of mad cows bust through brick walls like Jumanji

Sixty-Five upsetter, malicious sickness scatalogics

Prophets turned skeptics, skeptics found Jesus

Right-Wingers turned leftist, everybody jumped on the dick of independence

Sorry we don't want you anymore get lost kid find an exit

Bugged, isn't it? Huh, live you fuckin suckers

I woulda been a witness to collapse your fame squadron

Pardon me, still a fan trying to understand how to be a master

For our Peoples who I see Dilated turn your fuckin grill to alabaster

Indelibles...

(Len scratches up various excerpts from "Fire in which you burn")

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