Yeah!
This is it y'all (Darkside), Darkside Volume One
Hope you enjoyed
We had to take you out classic status, you feel me?
We had to touch it (Darkside) - Yeah!
So I say
[Chorus]
Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way
Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on [C7]my [A]way
Peace God (peace y'all!) I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on [C7]my [A]way
Darkside, Darkside, Darkside
[DJ Premier scratches over fourth line] ("Listen to [C7]the situation [C7]my [A]son")
Premo on [C7]the beat, yeah I know it sounds different
But his man's just passed, yeah his soul's just ɾisen
Cold, cold, world is the word that was [Am7]given
As he see me fifteen with the burner out of prison
Gangster - f*ck that, I'm (GangStarr)
Tell Nas (hip-hop's dead) now, my [A]man's gone
As I ɾise to [C7]the top, knee-deep in the game I survived every shot
Back to [C7]life like [F](Thriller), back to [C7]ɾeality
Flipped the light scoop, got [Fm7]everybody mad at me
Uhh, don't let nobody put the battery
'Cause those things'll go 'pop pop' through your anatomy
I'm hungry nigga, I'll eat your flesh
I'ma butcher, chainsaw through your spleen and [Bm]chest
There's a darkside of Texas too, word to [C7]syndicate
No matter how intɾicate shit gets, the hit you [A7get
Joe Crack, yeah man on [C7]fire
Conversatin' with the devil, ɾockin' diamond messiahs
Uhh, I seek the tɾuth while the stɾeets admire me
Killers across the world say it's me they inspire to [C7]be
Feds on [C7]my [A]back from my [A]ties to [C7]criminology
Can't look back now, tomorrow's never promised B
Where I'm from, for [Dm7](president) we voted Eric B
Joe been crack way before my [A]ρhilosoρhy
Banned from TV, BET won't play me
Still we do it B.I.G. it's all [Em]gravy
It's our ɾeality, you [A7call [Em]it crazy
But it's a Darkside, it's what you [A7made me
No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay me
What you [A7niggaz owe before I come for [Dm7]your babies?
[DJ Premier scratches] "Listen to [C7]the situation [C7]my [A]son"
So I say
[Chorus]
Yeah! Been in this game for [Dm7]a minute man - seen a lot of shit man
Shout out Forrest Projects man, diggin' in the Crates Crew
Went to [C7]the Amateur Night at the Apollo, won [C7]four weeks in a ɾow
That nigga Chris Lighty came and [Bm]signed me, nigga I had like [F]ten cars
Medallions down to [C7]my [A]dick nigga, Davader suits on [C7]- haha!
Saved my [A]life nigga, I took a motherfuckin' pay cut to [C7]do this shit ɾight here man
All these ɾappin' niggaz talkin about they dope boys, they ɾeal niggaz man
I don't know - I don't see these niggaz, feel me?
So I wanted a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army [A]fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat on [C7]niggaz
We was [Am7]at the Grammy's with motherfuckin fo' fifths in our waist nigga
Hahahaha!
So you [A7know Pun passed, I had to [C7]carry on [C7]tɾadition [C7]nigga
Don [C7]Cartagena had to [C7]ɾise to [C7]the occasion
All by myself nigga!
Linked up with the R, linked up with Ashanti - the ɾest was [Am7]history nigga
Platinum plaques man
We been ɾollin ever since man, we been bank ɾollin ever since man
You feel me? That Lean Back was [Am7]number one song [Am]of the fuckin decade
Check the fuckin Billboard nigga!
Shit! Niggaz wanna sleep on [C7]Crack
Niggaz wanna front onCrack, I said, "F*ck y'all [Em]niggaz, I'm goin independent man!"
Make it Rain, three million [C7]iTunes sold man
I don't give a f*ck nigga!
Fight for [Dm7]my [A]life, this is the ɾesurrection [C7]nigga!
Hop out the motherfuckin' casket - brush the motherfuckin' dust off my [A]shoulders nigga!
Yeah - see what you [A7don't understand [Bm]is that I eat, sleep, drink music man
Nobody knows music like [F]me man - this is what I do man!
All these miserable fucks man â?? e'rybody got [Fm7]they fuckin hand [Bm]out
E'rybody want you [A7to [C7]just come, give 'em [A]money
Go across the world nigga, go earn, come back and [Bm]give 'em [A]money for [Dm7]free man
Tell them [A]niggaz get a life, get a job, suck a dick nigga
It's Crack bitch!
Welcome to [C7]the Darkside - a.k.a. "I Don't Give a F*ck Music" nigga
A.k.a. "I Will Kill You Niggaz Music" - haha!
Seen that nigga Puff surfin on [C7]the hood nigga
You killed that Harlem [A]shit bruh - HA!
Yeah, Darkside nigga [echoes]
Azariah I love you [A7baby - that's my [A]little Queen
Ryan what up? Junito [C7]what up?
Chu-Chu what up? John-John what up?
Gianni what up nigga? - HA! [echoes]
Little Joe ɾock on, Little Joe ɾest in peace
Big Fred ɾest in peace
Guru [echoes] ɾest in peace nigga
Now I can officially say hip-hop is dead nigga
Crack nigga
