Ebo.Nics - Darkness Falls Lyrics

I do this for the people that's been chillin and been patient
We been rocking for a minute I don't need no invitation

Rappers always talking bout they buzz, l mean so what
Then they always talking about the guns, and so what
I mean they always claiming that they thugs
Just addicted to the drugs but when it ever come to bars they never show up

Then they always talking bout they chains, and so what
Then they try to rap about the fame and so what
Then they wanna try to call it hate that i don't consider them a great
But it wasn't for the fake they wouldn't blown up

Now lemme talk to ya
I tried chillin, but can't deny feelin's
I'm tired of standing by while these guys provide villains
To kids that don't know elbow from thigh tendon
And I'm supposed to pass up the chance to take a jab at the Champ
I think not
You don't wanna stress this guy, my rap IQ test out bout a 3.9
I throw punches that can fly from the 3-point line
For coming out yo mouth like Jordan from the free-throw sign
You peep those rhymes
If it's bar for bar then I got that, I stop tracks when I pull raps from out my top hats
I'm talking jaw drops and fist pumps when they see Ish dump
Any time you catch one of these, feel like yo chin lumped
I been waiting for a minute to go and flex these here
I stayed quiet while y'all kept yelling "this my year"
Remained focus on the goal even disappeared
So the next time you saw I'd be in 5th gear...

They don't know but they gon learn that I'm not one to waste my turn
So if there's problems tell me now, cause if there is I'll hunt you down

Rappers always talking bout they buzz, l mean so what
Then they always talking about the guns, and so what
I mean they always claiming that they thugs
Just addicted to the drugs but when it ever come to bars they never show up

Then they always talking bout they chains, and so what
Then they try to rap about the fame and so what
Then they wanna try to call it hate that i don't consider them a great
But it wasn't for the fake they wouldn't blown up

Hold up hold up
Move like I been slipped a Mickey
Rapping circles round the cypher now everybody getting dizzy
Now I'm in here getting busy, spitting like a vicious grizzly
Coming for the bustas and the suckas that keep picking with me
I don't really play around, this is not a contest
You ain't gotta feel the product but you can't the deny the progress
Been a little minute and it's getting tough to digest
The rappers y'all been vouching for when the payment hasn't processed
You telling me that hard work don't beat talent
And y'all don't even care that the game is off balance
We traded in flows for the rolls and gold chalice
And y'all ain't try saving a soul man y'all wilding
It what it is if we leave it to the kids
Man you belaboring a point
I'm a beat it in they heads
Cause if y'all don't think to save them then the history is dead
So why crucify the fruit when we need to eat to live