Darkhorses

[Verse 1: Annakin]

They told me not to rock the boat, so I sank the ship

Took a stroll on thin ice with no plans to slip

Screaming up to God in heaven, 'no thanks for shit!'

I don't mind going to hell, I need companionship

I brandish it, like it's my last chance to spit

So I approach the gates with a mike stand equipped

I hawk up my soul and spit it out through rhyme

Gob on opponents no need to use up lines

With the wind at my back or a hurricane against me

My foes ain't felt enough pain to taint me

I had a terminator and a Sith lord name me

Had Chuck D, Bruce Lee and Gandhi train me

You got all the dirt, so go ahead defame me

But you'll have to snatch this pen out of my hand to maim me

Got a kung fu grip with the strength to bend nails

But I keep a sword handy in case the pen fails

[Chorus]

They I wouldn't make it with the way that I look

They said I wouldn't make it less I played by the book

[Verse 2: Ryze]

I'm like water in a bowl, my flow molds but still fuels life

Can't sleep, souls of my past they haunt my nights

Since forth hands forced to a cordless mike

Bilical vein of hip hop, affixiates right

Penny for my dark thoughts that drive my craft

Kurt Russell dope in my mind and with it backdraft

If I spit first and ask questions

From what I've seen that's how hip hop pretenders pass

I'm here to spank the ass of this hip hop bitch

Like a hammer on a casing of a shell that's lit

With a fire aforementioned from the depths within

Forefathers fucked up and now I'm blessed within

My struggle, here courtesy of mister Annakin

54th mound up, revolution begins

[Breakdown]

You can say what you want

Get in my face if you need

I know that Slayd don't fit the mold

But fuck'y'all. I won't play the role

[Verse 3: Annakin]

I'll die with my middle finger up so I can mock the vultures

Don't pop Glocks on blocks, just rock the culture

Slayd raise stakes with phrase conveyed

Save days, pave ways, break chains of slaves

I used to say, fuck fate it ain't my place to choose it

Now I rap in the mirror to face the music

This is hip hop forever no part-time love

Stage lights blaze bright with hard times done

Don't look like rapper, yeah I heard all the lip

So I asked Lenny Williams to tell me what's hip

No Gucci, no gimmick and no street cred

No gunshot wounds but I still bleed red

No coin, no Benz, no hollow point lead

Just Freedom, truth, knowledge and a ball point pen

Y'all tried to stare me down so I spit with Ryze

Now I'm burning holes through y'all with all six eyes

[Repeat Chorus]