On The Ropes-Darc Mind/KEV ROC/GM WEB D/X-Ray

On The Ropes - Darc Mind (feat. Vultcha) You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won Ain't no decisions, hands down, no eight count Yo' position, prostrate and laid out [Kev Roc] Aww yeahh Beans and biscuits, I eat it every dinner Compact the stresses of daily deep in my inner Breath a psalm of hatred your photo up on my vanity Borderline I hold for total focus to insanity Tempt I often let it come brush up then I deny ya Hold my stamina to damage a flurry and as you tire All I ever been is I weather you best, and peep my shot Counter, lacing basic combination make your speaker pop A.M., the marketplace I put in double roadwork Drivin as I'm livin correct and right as you sold dirt Ill scientific, I school and rule the newest G.M. Web Dee, he mix it like he Panama Lewis I got the Eye of the Tiger, combatin on the verbal tip Vent with hook and verse show no mercy kick back and herbal it Strike out the mic-er, all in the way you gerbils get Shoulderin my chip know me ripper from all the herbs I split You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won Ain't no decisions, hands down, no eight count Yo' position, prostrate and laid out [x2] [Vultcha] This verse born in the nest, East New York, Falcon Crest Mere mortal this galaxy's champion'll put you to the test Like studies on paranormal activity, I warn ya Like allergic reactions, you're pregnant, up in this game And dialatin with your money caught in contract-ions Promoters teachin math on how your check become a fraction You flappin at the lip and migrating You talkin shhh on this mic Spiritually constipatin, while I'm hungry for the belt Like Galactus, on your local constellations When you see me play like you monk, no conversation Don't even blink like a con out of the cave You got to "pardon" my conviction If looks could kill, I'm servin life bids for screwfacin Is that blood? Don't worry about that, red stuff, you started tastin I'm like a chef, just cookin, and your teeth need some basting About to put your consciousness on vacation You tracks to mine, pale in comparison like a caucausian so embarassin You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won Ain't no decisions, hands down, no eight count Yo' position, prostrate and laid out [x2] [bell rings, crowd is cheering] [Kev Roc] Yeah.. uh-huh, told you, yeah How did you get here? I know that's what you're thinkin Salty leak, a trickle of blood you're steady drinkin Uppercut to bolo L1-ing ya son, I clobber loud Through the leather you feel me I slap your slobber out Needles in the thumb of my globe, Dunn I ain't f**kin witcha Boxcutter blooded I flurry up in that a** I getcha Synapse choked like inhalin blunt smoke Verbal barrage vowed, let that f**ker provoke [Vultcha] I send you snakes back to hades gates pointed tail between your legs Beggin for a garrison, bring ALL your mens Steppin up like you a six you get eclipsed by the seven You can take a third of my boys I'll STILL smack you out my heaven It's all scrimmage, I break your tackle You stoned like Medusa sniffin 'caine in the mirror Son you a statue, just like a 3-D porno comin at you The Vultcha's like a pokemon with AIDS, Better pray that I don't catch you You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won Ain't no decisions, hands down, no eight count Yo' position, prostrate and laid out [x4]