Dark Nirvana - Latarion Milton lyrics

[Verse1: Reign Eterno] A Yo Tilique I played the scene and rolled the dice like monopoly / Feds is on top of me get the f*** off my property / Boardwalk park place they thought it was a game / Brand my name like poverty in the hood bring pain / Tilique and Reign got em fumbling running in new lanes / Mumbling under breath mad that they can't do the same / Sick of the same slave ship ish, whips and chains, gets insane, / The f*** is wrong with my brain / I still got a fetish got a fetish for rocking whips and chains / Reign and Tilique spit sick slick rick and big daddy cane / Lyrical k**az with range all we gotta do is aim / Crank the ba** up / Lace up the track with heat speak flames / Check the make up of my dna written in my veins / This the wake up, for all y'all rappers trying to entertain / Its what i do best / Hugh Hef, Harder than ever / My arts getting better I never come false with the letters / Partially fed up with rats trying to chomp at my cheddar / d**h delivered quicker than liquor direct to your liver / No piece of the cake for fakes who ain't pulling their weight / Hate that i'm here act like its some kind of mistake / Take this chance to bow in the presence of masters delivering messages / Back with the essence of royalty stepping on peasants and / Never been less than a monster with lyrics we k**ing them / Music we bumping ain't nothing but polished who feeling him / Did it without them / Dollars I'm bout em, a lyrical fountain I'm drowning anybody who doubt him / I got my city on my ball cap, catch me in the all black / fall back, spit lyrical bullets until your skull crack [Hook] Yo its that hood rat sh** / Empty out a fool clip spit / Mothaf***as lungs is rusty / Latarion Milton / Aryn secret societies built him trust me / Sometimes I despise of weed / At ease private / Ignorance is bliss / I be on a** and hips like a plies hit / Knocked like a clarion deck / Eject chicks from the car / Cold world / You holdin your girl under aquarian stars / Ya'll handcuffin and marrying broads / F*** your chrome rims / We on two tone tims / Shows out of town / We getting flown in / Respond back sippin cognac on a plane first cla** / Take a verse aim and disperse pa** the bullsh** / Peace to my People lock down / Pressin they bunks with no weapons in the trunk like T.I. / My people smoke and leave weed in the sky / And believe when they die the reappear / Like fake stones in a mothaf***as ear / Like cubic zircons , throw away cells phones / We chrome children / Tryna bone three rosetta stones / In two different time zones [Verse2: Tilique] A look I wonder if the gods give me a try / Ima gonna ride stupid like T.I.? / You'sa fool if you don't think hip hops like high school / And you could slide off of varsity just like Ja Rule / There ain't no time to celebrate / I'm in the room with a pen, while ya'll ni**as sippin 40's and meltin blunts straight to the face / I'm just tryna change the way my teams living / Our seeds is our beginning feeling like im Gene Simons way I delt on base / Just felt on case / And got to boxin like Johnny Cochran / Leavin the da with no oxygen / You know my doctrine / Words of Mike Tyson / Every man got a plan till he get hit in the mouth / My ni**as drop a brick in the south / Hustlen like he got licenses / And the wallets say bad mothaf***a / I'm feelin like im Mos Def in ruckess / Tryna get to them gold digging b***es f*** these cluckers / Most of my ni**as still swiggin liquor / And be getting mad whenever you try and take they picture, since the fictured in crime / Cause how you gonna shake grams and be on gang land / Contradictions is a anti-mobsters mission / Out in dmv you could end up with the fishmen / No more keeping the drug stash in the dorito bag over by the fence end / And this that wired tap rap, so I could give a f** who's listening / How the hell you ball!? / Copin all your jwelz in a mall at a kiosk / I'm at a mosk dark science / Still hold an alliance with grandma's gods at odd frequencies of lower levels / I use to compromise with the devil / On tour with liquor stores none of my bottles eye level / For my chain the devil compromises metal / I was luke warm till god ask me to recruit for him / Said I'd get back to him / Later showed up with a pen, was like na, but ill shoot for him / So now my lyrics is pourin like white Russian / And I could give a f*** about your fake-up watch and ice crushin / Your life lustin / I spit sh** into existence that you're never touchin / Young mc I'm Teflon / My ni**as pump like Exxon with x on em / And I could see the d**h on em [Hook]