Darke Complex - Marking Targets lyrics

[Hook] Boy, don't get me started, woo You got me marking targets, brr, brr Boy, don't get me started, woo You got me marking targets [Verse 1] You better watch your mouth Or else I'll have to show you how You better flip that grin around Or else I'll have to tear it out (laughs) You don't wanna catch these hands Like grabbing onto fractured gla** I'm spitting 'til it floods the track Better cancel plans Check the forecast, I'm back 'Cause it's not what you thought You've already lost I'm cutting you off Run up on the problem That's another s**er gone [Hook] Boy, don't get me started, woo You got me marking targets, brr, brr Boy, don't get me started, woo You got me marking targets [Verse 2] Don't get me started, don't get me started, no, not again It's the king of the shadows Take a step out the light, might let you in I'm marking targets, I'm marking targets, you best believe me Better hurry, better pray for mercy Like "Okay, ay, dude, just take it easy" Got circles on my face, like I'm Yoko Ono And a hundred different reasons why I'm flying solo Let me tell you how it goes If it ain't got soul, you ain't breaking molds All your tactics weak, washed up, getting old Like I'm watching Unsung and your story's getting told [Hook] Boy, don't get me started, woo You got me marking targets Boy, don't get me started, brr, brr You got me marking targets [Verse 3] Ah, you see the word on the street is Your mouth's running Your identity's gone missing You gon' have to get it from me, huh Ayy, lemme ask you something How's it feel when you know your fronting Thinking you can sell 'em rubbish Knew you were bluffing and they could see through it I'm confident in everything that I do 'cause I'm foolish and useless, delusional Rotting like my tooth is pulled Nervous that I gotcha Bite your nails back to the cuticle Hello, making moves in your blind spot Must be news to you that we're a fluid unit You should stop 'cause I don't really wanna make a scene like this You've been throwing verbal jabs like Swing, batter, batter, miss Fouled out, better call it quits Spitting bars harder than prison shivs to cartilage Hit the k** switch, leave 'em in a ditch Ride up right beside 'em, tie the whip to the hitch Lock the door, drag the car, pull it off a bridge I see you pounding the window, but I don't even flinch What? Ah