Veks - The Dark Ages
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{Verse 1}
One, two
Fuck anyone who's thinking the scene's a game
Mother fuckers can keep the fame
Sounding each the same, yo all of your beats are lame
Peep the frame
All my tracks remain unedited
What's the problem, hip-hop's supposed to be competitive
Probably quit writing after just a couple letters in
Like "Yo I heard you got a show could you let us in?"
No I only write what type of mood my pen is in
Hip-hop is my wife, my life, my food and medicine
It's happily evеr after for us
Highly inseperablе, yo other rappers turn to dust
When the crowd pulls up to the entrance for us
Tell 'em we up on stage with the mics passing the bus
I have to just push
Pass on (?...) for leverage
Tell one of your body guards to get me a beverage
It's the devil on my shoulder that tells me to get rich
The same shit that caused Elvis Presley a death wish
I read ish that attracts your dark spaces
Got your mind burning more rubber than car chases
It's the cat that's unfamiliar like god's faces
But what we about to do is reveal the dark ages
{Chorus}
The dark ages
Living off (?...) small wages
Artists performing for pennies in guitar cases
(?...)
Welcome to the dark ages
The dark ages
Living off (?...) small wages
Artists performing for pennies in guitar cases
(?...)
Welcome to the dark ages
{Verse 2}
Taking the long route
Never difficult to get the songs out
Remembering starting out in the garage of my mom's house
My book's like a bag, it opened and rhymes fall out
My pops being like "What kind of drugs are you on now?"
Jus tcalmon down it's nothing that's unsafe
But good looking out, not puffing on some base
These fuckers are such fakes
Softer than cupcakes
I'm blowing a fat drag of my blunt in your dumb face
Ain't quitting 'til my shit's on the cover of the front page
Now tell your homebody had enough of the bum days
Been stuck in this one place
I need the freedom to at least see the reason they forget the sun's rays
It's nothing to just waste
My forces is dark
I wear a pair of headphones to cover up the poisonous talk
The choice is in the heart
Just trying to avoid (?...)
Your voice is an art
Cause that's just how it goes in the dark
{Chorus}
The dark ages
Living off (?...) small wages
Artists performing for pennies in guitar cases
(?...)
Welcome to the dark ages
The dark ages
Living off (?...) small wages
Artists performing for pennies in guitar cases
(?...)
Welcome to the dark ages
{Verse 1}
One, two
Fuck anyone who's thinking the scene's a game
Mother fuckers can keep the fame
Sounding each the same, yo all of your beats are lame
Peep the frame
All my tracks remain unedited
What's the problem, hip-hop's supposed to be competitive
Probably quit writing after just a couple letters in
Like "Yo I heard you got a show could you let us in?"
No I only write what type of mood my pen is in
Hip-hop is my wife, my life, my food and medicine
It's happily evеr after for us
Highly inseperablе, yo other rappers turn to dust
When the crowd pulls up to the entrance for us
Tell 'em we up on stage with the mics passing the bus
I have to just push
Pass on (?...) for leverage
Tell one of your body guards to get me a beverage
It's the devil on my shoulder that tells me to get rich
The same shit that caused Elvis Presley a death wish
I read ish that attracts your dark spaces
Got your mind burning more rubber than car chases
It's the cat that's unfamiliar like god's faces
But what we about to do is reveal the dark ages
{Chorus}
The dark ages
Living off (?...) small wages
Artists performing for pennies in guitar cases
(?...)
Welcome to the dark ages
The dark ages
Living off (?...) small wages
Artists performing for pennies in guitar cases
(?...)
Welcome to the dark ages
{Verse 2}
Taking the long route
Never difficult to get the songs out
Remembering starting out in the garage of my mom's house
My book's like a bag, it opened and rhymes fall out
My pops being like "What kind of drugs are you on now?"
Jus tcalmon down it's nothing that's unsafe
But good looking out, not puffing on some base
These fuckers are such fakes
Softer than cupcakes
I'm blowing a fat drag of my blunt in your dumb face
Ain't quitting 'til my shit's on the cover of the front page
Now tell your homebody had enough of the bum days
Been stuck in this one place
I need the freedom to at least see the reason they forget the sun's rays
It's nothing to just waste
My forces is dark
I wear a pair of headphones to cover up the poisonous talk
The choice is in the heart
Just trying to avoid (?...)
Your voice is an art
Cause that's just how it goes in the dark
{Chorus}
The dark ages
Living off (?...) small wages
Artists performing for pennies in guitar cases
(?...)
Welcome to the dark ages
The dark ages
Living off (?...) small wages
Artists performing for pennies in guitar cases
(?...)
Welcome to the dark ages
