Rapsody, Wale - Dark Knights lyrics

Dark nights been cold like night veins
Serve niggas chills, I'm ill like Mike Caine
Express and I stress the best, I'm insane
To these bitches like Miranda
I'm lyrically Bruce Wayne
Pain I felt it and belted it out in sorrow
Broke days
Way too embarrassed to ask to borrow
A dollar for a quarter a
Gallon of gas tomorrow
Struggles by the car load had
Me lower than Carlos
Borders we sorta ignore 'em like
Fuck a lock yo
No plan drawn still stone cold, a Picasso
Nothing quite impossible
Something similar to Pac though
Young poet, we know it
Sow it so it'll grow blow
Where the wind take me
Money'll never make me no matter where I go


So money'll never break me
Though I been broke like
Pieces of soap pasted
To cleanse my soul bands
Like grams we raising reaching for better
It's whatever I'm Kevin Bacon
X men out that want none a
Part of my making why
Bane ain't a match for this emcee
And Dark Knight bat wings need a M3
All y'all drool for Ra's al Ghul protégé
I've been cold as Jay on
"3 Kings" nigga get schooled
I am the, 5'3" Morgan free-flow genius
Underground killer like Bane whole team is
They couldn't cop me now
They stuck underneath me
I took a leap of faith and I climbed up easy
Rap-so deezy and Eric Jones, I Gotham City
I save ya all from the bad rappers in ya city
And let you take a couple
Jewels like the cat lady
Dark Knights rise again Jamla we back baby
Yea i say Dark Knights rise again
Jamla we back baby
It's so quick to flip and crown a next king
Trip like crips do the blues, make us swing
Low as the flow where, chariots ride on wings
I decoded the message arrested
By modern bling
And real treasure lies in the lives
That never use knives to bring
Themselves up a notch only took
A stab at a dream
Coliseums, used to pray to him, the Elohim
Witnessed the door to door and
I guarded it like Hakeem
The Idi Amin of all these idiots mean I know
Toe to toe go with the best that
They throw in the ring seen
Lot of despair, pair me with
None of them things, two left
Feets only dance to the beats with B's we rep
Honesty, my history Cherokee and it's African
Deep blue cinnamon
Every bit of the black in him
Embrace heritage, capitalize like acronyms
We higher seed
No need to deplete it like the Vatican
And Benedict ourself
Deplenish all our wealth

Never blame a man for misfortune
Do it yourself

Ain't rocked a 9th beat in a minute
I ain't even with niggas
You slight breeze, I'm wife beaters in winter
I'm a product of Reaganomics where the
Law is a greater problem
Where the niggas is spraying something
And they got 'em
Word to Robin, that's Gotham
That was fiction but I'm
Talking about the district
Where business is booming for
Bird flippers and morticians
And I understand the plight of Bane
Except we using other drugs just
To fight the pain it's coming apart
I'm hoping to God you niggas ain't playing
Cause I'm more Patrick Bateman
And y'all Bruce Wayne
And I do my thing really
Folarin spit pepper, young veteran
You niggas lack season like a torn ACL-a
Level headed, I put this wit in yo lady belly
And I bet my digit's 'bout as
Thick as Fat Belly Bella
I'm like the new fella meets (Goodfella)
Good guy turned, he'll do the crude business
Manute length is a list of
Niggas that may envy
But I eat danger for lunch, breakfast
And plate empty
And I leave the place with some
Choice ladies to fellate with me
And I pull hoes like cellos strings
Nigga hear my symphony
Of the Opus Mr holland ain't got nothing on
Hollerin' at these hollow heads
We both shallow but I am raw fly as fuck
Who the fuck is y'all to
Compare me to them peoples
Niggas questioning they outfit like Jim
Carrey on the sequel, get me