DARK AND SINISTER

featuring MELL'O

BLADE 

Dark you better watch your back call me sinister

Who the hell needs a friend when it's the

End consider me something of a looney

Labels are sucking on my dick like they knew me

Now doors are breaking down, put on your glasses

We're kicking asses, you bastards

Turntables rotate

But it's getting late, check the time, you're the bait

I can smell fish all around, things are getting fishy

Try and try but you can't diminish me

Or Mell'O', or the rap race

On the whole, you're an asshole in your face

State of mind, what you're wearing is what you're worshipping

(You're slipping), moderfucka you're tripping

E for ecstasy that's what you're living on

I get the job done and then I'm gone

MELL'O

See me giving a fuck while weak brays be gowching

Mell'O' be raging, mc's be slouching

Flow like a fountain, steadily mounting

Give me the mic, watch words I'm spouting

Brocking up fools, evading the rules .......punk

Break sweat like a preacher, fanatical speaker

(Mell'O' go easy), fuck dat, I'm gon reach ah

Mad individual, I'm on a vigil

(Rap's full of bullshit) and nuff bullshit rituals

As I say hay, pussy bray walk away

I bug a break, big a beat, but I don't play

I rock, I rock, with the Blade, daily Mell'O' slays

I know my history, so you cannot shit on me

The music industry is full up with controversy

Nuff man try to stop me, they're going on with fuckries

(Mell'O' why you cursing) because I'm fucking angry

Shit give me the mic real quick

You prick; you're jocking so get off of my dick

Now this is strictly for the listener

The groove gets dark as the rhyme gets sinister

BLADE 

Heads are rolling, mcs are falling

Simply cause they're nothing but weak and still bugging

I'm hugging the raw shit, memorizing the raw shit

Bored of that shit, diggedy more shit

Ready for war shit, you need the raw shit

Many stores never get this cause they're shit

Our price is their price, think about it twice

Their price a high price, no chicken and rice

HMV and X, Y and W

I'm here to trouble you, pop's in love with you

Rock's in love with, indie's in love with you

But rap's got the reasons to hate you

Virgin, I'm slowly emerging, diverging

Tearing up your hip hop section like a surgeon

(So Drop another classic), rumour has it

I'm taking the measures that are drastic

Warrior, dark and sinister, strangling

Here's the plastic, punks ain't handling

Hippy, hippy, (hooray) time to get the skippy

Here comes the tippy tippy, you're wearing

Chippie I leave you guessing; now forever stressing

Your soul compressing, your life I'm messing

Because I'm mad atcha like a dog-catcher

I catcha and treatcha like Maggie Thatcher

Bag snatcher, getcha and rip out your head head,

Now you can call me the thoroughbred

Mell'O' kicking facts (it ain't about the cash)

Now here comes the gate crash

Mell'O' kicking facts (it ain't about the cash)

(Blade on the attack), now here comes the gate crash

Why you fucking round with the mind, playing games

You ain't fucking round with my mind, I drop names

MELL'O

Blade, now it’s time to buss a rhyme and get paid

Listen to the lyrics, Mell’O’ made

I gave plenty plenty ruff neck lyrics, ruff rhymes

I thought that ’92 would be my time

But then I signed a record deal with a rich black man

Funky hair do, like a Dan damn

I was figuring, fingering up the triggering

Thinking of a way me and my boys could kick a nigger in

But still the thoughts of darkness must cease

Because I’m on a path that embraces peace

Peace….. Can’t you figure, my ambition’s getting’ bigger

As I get older, mcs get bolder

Step back a second, witness and behold the

Facts that I told yah, Mell’O’ is a soldier

That rhymes with rage, burns and smoulders

But still I’m stuck between a snake and a vulture

Now ain’t that a bitch, I pitch

My lyrics like a nuttah, I could never rich and switch

Now this is strictly for the listener

The rhymes get dark while the groove gets sinister