Denzel Curry, K-Trip, Soulja Mook - Dark Tournament lyrics

It's a trip how niggas'll change quick
From real to low dick
From trill to straight bitch
So I be with my clique, cave be the side
No lie, 305, my nigga, where I reside
Where them hoes get down, niggas run down
Click, clack, pow,? the sound
You better get down, nigga
Give me my crown, I'm the best in the booth
K be a trip, nothing less than the truth
Stay in my vibe, get high on herbal
Geeked like Urkel, but bad like Kirko
Bitches play, but fuck it
Cause I'm from Dade
Where hoes get sprayed cause they
Just want to hurt you
My city fucked up, niggas dying everyday
Mentality where I stay, you ain't saved, no K
Up five boom pap, let 'em lay, all black
Blackland, batcave, bitch I'm 'bout money
And they want to play, my dog on the block


Didn't make it to your teens
Then he probably got shot
Little jit's getting got, the block too hot
On one knee, putting money in my socks
On two knees, praying up top
Hoping that the bullshit stop
But no time soon
So I carry the boomer to boom
I'm telling you fucks that I
Won't lose, K Trip, nigga

Suicidal bombers on that DMT
So I'm killing 'em
Trying to become a legend like I'm William
Killing 'em softly, searching for a refuge
But this ain't Lauryn Hill
Do lacerate and say I kill
Like the bastard that I are, contradiction
I got a father
Mischevious little boy, really
Who's the oddest toddler
Like I'm low-key, really though, I'm oddly
I'm Godly niggas raid your clique like
The Killer Klan Posse
Killer Klan Kasi, I see pussy, I'm CAT scan
Dark niggas in the night
Bitches thinking I'm Batman
Name's Denzel and I'm far from a Christian
They'll reiterate the sentence
Love God and no religion
Benzes will make you commit a 187
To me, I think it's senseless
Like a demon, priest, and a reverend
Raven Miyagi, that nigga, I be the master
What happened to that bunny on Tyler?
So the dick was fatter?
No, that's Franklin, Donny's best friend
There's a "E" on the end of nine
Cause you 'bout to meet your end
66, 6-3, dropping like a 6-4
Killer, killer, killer
Hitlist or that Death Note
Autographed by Justin Beiber
The future like HR Giger
Left hollow like Ichigo, Grim Reapers
And Soul Eaters
I don't give a fuck if you eat a pile of shit
If Denzel's lame
Then you are a pile of sticks
Get it? Aquarius Killa Miyagi
Niggas that copy come with Kakashi ripping
And kicking the lyrics karate
With a Bugatti, ride with a shotty
Cause they might try to murk you
Trapping niggas in trapezoids
Watch out for your circle like that

Voice 1: You own the throne not me
A tedious technicality but we
Are men of honor don't you worry though
We'll get your prize yet
As long as my body continues to
Shrink at this pace I'll
No doubt be dead within the span of a year
Voice 2: Right
The low human diet's working wonders for you
Voice 1: As for the matter of my throne
You'll have to get much stronger
To fend off my enemies

Alone as I howl to the moon in the dark
Raised by the wolves since
The very fuckin' start
Twisting my ratchet I'm clickin' and klackin'
Chop off your head and get
Placed in the basket
You actin', nigga just know
Put them paws on your ass like Simba did Doa
I'm a wolf trueblood to death
Say my name twice and you cursed like Macbeth
Call it spirit gun when I'm lifting your soul
Only fear of god when everyday I grow old
'Cause these demons be walkin'
And haters is talkin'
While snitches is stalkin' they
Killin' so often hatin' ass niggas just know
Soulja Mook in this bitch and
Let these niggas know
I'm a wolf in the jungle
Concrete nigga like ya'll boys wanna play
Lead an army, nigga