Dark Clouds

[Intro: DNA Tru Lyricist]

2012, bitch
Everybody go outside and look at the motherfucking sky
It's nothing but dark clouds
This is the end, bitch
DNA, Dro-Grizz, King Jables, J-Battle
We taking over this motherfucker like this

[Verse 1: DNA Tru Lyricist]

They call me the eyeball, better keep your eyeballs on this dodgeball
All ya'll [?] my furball, spit it out my mouth like a dragon when I get higher than ya'll
I heard that ya'll didn't know these underground artists could turn the sky grey and dark
From the way that I spark to persuade your departure, [?] won't let your kids play in the park
These are the days of the documented dazing, at night when I write, I'm a bit of a [?]
Late from the start, [?] at the illest, so then nobody realer when I spill your-
Blood on the ground, now you're left with no head
Body found in a puddle of Mountain Dew Code Red
So dead that I'm [?]
Got these people [?]
When I'm ripping until the sky starts spitting all the dark lava
I'm bout to put them all up in a river, shiver me timbers
The enemy cannot remember me cause I'm DNA
I'm one of the coldest motherfucking spitters to ever grab a microphone up there with the [?]
Don't ever get it twisted, imma spit it
The ballista gonna crush em like a chicken
Cannibalistic when I'm ripping
Coming to get ya, you better be ready cause I'm bout to flip it
Nobody bringing it better, so many people never-
Understand the way that I put it together, [?] cutter
Imma grab that lever, pull it down and spit it better than a 9 millimiter Beretta
Whatever, get the machete to sever, I'm a lyrical beheader for the cheddar
For real, still better than ever, better bring the heat, you're still-
Telling me I'm never gonna make it from the way that I be spitting
You gotta be kidding me cause I'm a G
DNA [?] of the ghastly king
And they thinking we posers, we about to do our thing
We gon' spit it the coldest til the ocean freeze
So could that it freeze the ocean breeze
Sticking all of their noses, they don't know this go harder than-
Strange clouds, cause we spit from the same mouths
Stop missing talent that'll blow your brains out
When you see these dark clouds, they gon' [?]

[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist]

We gon' show these mainstream artists what we are about
Just cause you're famous don't mean you can't get plowed
There's underground killer spitters that'll show you out
Heads up, get fucked, dark clouds
Shark mouths, horns [?]
War shouts roar out
Pull the chord out the [?]
I don't need to [?]
More doubts, short routes for an outrage
On these dark clouds

[Verse 2: Dro-Grizz]

Knock knock, man, I'm coming to say-
Nigga, I'm bout to hit em up in the brain
You better holler when I get it when I'm doing my thing
In the middle, man, I'm ready to bar
I gotta hit em with the syllable [?]
Don't wanna be acting like you heartless, shit
Ain't about the how I get
[?]
Holding my thug in when I take what I'm given
Murder for some, bringing the heat, fucking around with the tongue, you don't want no war
If you want to take it, imma put you underwater - man, I get it, imma get me more
Pussy ass niggas I put on the block, all of my people's [?]
[?] by the nigga when I make that clip drop
[?], haters not
Dro-Grizz and my boy DNA
King Jables, J-Battle, we don't play
Trynna get pay, trynna make a better living
Fuck the feds, I'm a real nigga with my pen and paper

[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist]

We gon' show these mainstream artists what we are about
Just cause you're famous don't mean you can't get plowed
There's underground killer spitters that'll show you out
Heads up, get fucked, dark clouds
Shark mouths, horns [?]
War shouts roar out
Pull the chord out the [?]
I don't need to [?]
More doubts, short routes for an outrage
On these dark clouds

[Verse 3: King Jables]

Imma lead the track to keep them back, the king's about to eat the track
Avoid you little bitches, if you need the sack - then meet the mac, and bitch, I got the mean to match
I'm the type of motherfucker that would eat a match
After drinking a gallon of gasoline to splash-
Hot gas on your face, you gon' need a mask
Gusting over your burning body, you breathe in the ash
P's the passion, though I thought I would develop diseases fast
I need laughs, tell me who's agreed to clash
And get to writing for a minute then proceed to smash
You rappers cannot [?] to fasten
Make your body gobble up the next piece of trash
I'll leave the class, fuck with me - I'll eat that ass
Let me keep it, [?] world up, I don't need the stash
It's like-
I burn another [?] and I'm ripping that mic
DNA, J-Battle, and Dro-Grizz is that type
To eat you on a record if you listen that tight
Isn't that right? King shyt

[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist]

We gon' show these mainstream artists what we are about
Just cause you're famous don't mean you can't get plowed
There's underground killer spitters that'll show you out
Heads up, get fucked, dark clouds
Shark mouths, horns [?]
War shouts roar out
Pull the chord out the [?]
I don't need to [?]
More doubts, short routes for an outrage
On these dark clouds

[Verse 4: J-Battle]

When I be repping the road of the [?], my body be bringing the heat when I flow
I be chopping, no wonder the people is snapping - you don't know what's happening, be ready for war
This incredible, lyrical, medical, never to stop, wreck anybody that eats up a show
We roll up a sexy lil blunt, now the juggalo [?], my lady, my cutie, my hoe
Take it and I have it but I'm never fucking [?] all up in the motherfucking killer
Everytime I pull it they don't want it when I'm ripping up the best, I'll be [?] realer
Every motherfucker dead every motherfucking way
[?]
Ain't nobody gives a damn, that's what I fucking guarantee
You want the [?], bitch, I got you a healer
Imma be the motherfucking boss and now I'm warning all you haters, get the hell up out my zone
Now welcome to the battlefield, I brought my microphone
Slipping a clip when I'm meant to be clipping then give it to the bomber, I'm on a deadly fucking mission
Ain't no spirit when I'm reaping cause your spirit coming deeper, gripping all up on the chrome
[?]

[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist]

We gon' show these mainstream artists what we are about
Just cause you're famous don't mean you can't get plowed
There's underground killer spitters that'll show you out
Heads up, get fucked, dark clouds
Shark mouths, horns [?]
War shouts roar out
Pull the chord out the [?]
I don't need to [?]
More doubts, short routes for an outrage
On these dark clouds

[Outro: DNA Tru Lyricist]

That's right, motherfuckers
You just failed it first hand
Darkness is coming
It's overwhelming everybody around this motherfucker
From Portland Oregon to Tyler Texas
To motherfucking Kansas City to Michigan, bitch
We're beating all you motherfuckers, famous or not
Take a bite of this
DNA all day, bitch