Rhyme Zone - DARC MIND

I’s looking fine as if the moth in the jar

The signpost up ahead, the ruin just afar

Dope-mongers endanger my chamber of speech

They beseech, I wait, incubate

Approach the light, preach

Fuming a funk, I’m banning euphoria

Asiatic, black, urban feudal warrior

On surface penetrate my realm

I’m plucking Pensacotl like maintain the helm

For hoop and true is how I like it too, so I spare you the drama

Quick like I shake at Bernie Getz, bust a cap in Joey Fama

Verbal mack.

Alas, I’ve ashed the pimp

They tried to bust me down, but I smashed the shrimp

I bottle mental anguish in story

The nocturne poet, know it all laureate

It’s like I displaced thirty seconds on the clock

The opposition surges, I free it and get the rock

They press and try to track, but I break it with my boogie

I up-fake the veteran, cross over on the rookie

I push it up the seam, through your do as I was taught

I’m staring straight ahead, yet I see the whole court

Aflicted with the fever, I penetrate the lane

Pull up forty inches on the vertical plane

Release it on the apex, I tell the key, «Your done.»

Come down a stalker’s ankle as I get the «and one»

Impending doom, suckers think they’ve got me locked in zone

I’m living from the way these brothers' ride my joan

Paper tigers exhausted, kings dethroned

All of this within my rhyme zone

(Darc Mind’s got a rhyme

We’re set to hit)

I got a rhyme zone

(Darc Mind’s got a rhyme

We’re set to hit)