Darkside

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] You don't really know what I can do to niggas if they penetrate the home of mine Load it up and hit the motherfuckers with the Smith and Wesson 729 Dirty Harry on them real quick, make a nigga feel real sick Funny how they wanna get me now that everybody swingin' on my dillznick What you wanna do? Nigga what? Trippin' with the crew give it up, I'ma live it up Six, six triple eight forty six ninety nine three Find these niggas overseas makin' hella cheese, fuckin' bitches lookin' Chinese If you gettin' down with the sickness, if you clowns you can get this I know it sounds hella wicked, if you frown you a dipshit We can do it nigga if you wanna but you never will prosper Never fuck with the darkness, I'ma hit the playa haters Get a little cocky nigga I'ma live it up! I'ma get what money can't get us Never with the funny brand niggas, stick 'em With the sickening shit and really wicked like a nicotine (BITCH!) Gimme the big (Car), gimme the big (House), gimme the big booty bitches Me and Ockwizzle livin' in Cockdizzle on the mission for them riches [Chorus: Hopsin] Now I'm on the darkside representin' 'Cause I lived a hard life and heaven didn't Arrive in time enough to save me So I'm givin' you back what you gave me (Don't blame me!) Don't bother me while I'm trying to pack 'Cause I'm goin' away and I ain't comin' back Doctors say my brain's a little off track Allow me to tell you a few small facts [Verse 2: Hopsin] Yo, do you know what the fuck it's like stuck inside this hell hole tryna crush a mic? There ain't a buck in sight, I'm sleepin' with the dust and mites I scream because I ain't got the guts to cry, what the fuck did I ever do to be put here? Is it because I'm a black nigga who looks weird? I try making 2010 a good year, but I don't even see an outlet I could gear Every single morning when I be waking up I'll be tryna develop a dope new age rap But before doing it I going to the kitchen and get me a couple noodles and a Kool-Aid pack Motherfuckers wanna slow the momentum 'Cause when I kick a syllable I never caught up the venom I done battled a lot of niggas but they don't get to win 'em The minute I pin 'em up, hell's where I'm hoping to send 'em, come on My careers got no solution, can't wear my contacts I got no solution Everybody keep on tellin' me I'm s'posed to do shit If you was on the edge how close would you get To cutting a neck for some fuckin' respect? 'Cause you stuck in a debt and they ain't cutting a check The pain up in your chest, all the sudden ejects 'Cause you turned a record in but they wasn't impressed (Fuck that!) [Chorus: Hopsin] Now I'm on the darkside representin' 'Cause I lived a hard life and heaven didn't Arrive in time enough to save me So I'm givin' you back what you gave me (Don't blame me!) Don't bother me while I'm trying to pack 'Cause I'm goin' away and I ain't comin' back Doctors say my brain's a little off track Allow me to tell you a few small facts