Doc Lesnar - Darkroom Lyrics

Hey
Uh huh
Yo
I'm in the right place right now
A place where I can develop
Y'know I'm sayin?
Yo
I call this place my darkroom
Yeah

I let my art bloom
As I make positives out my negatives
Welcome to my darkroom
I give my heart to 'em
As I make positives out my negatives
Welcome to my dark room
Hey, hey
Welcome to my darkroom
Hey, hey
Welcome to my darkroom
Hey, hey
Uh huh
Talk to 'em

I feel the vibe, its getting dark soon
Familiar scent of Rossi and cigar fumes
I let my art bloom
As I make positives out my negatives
Welcome to my darkroom
See my life is a story full of war wounds
Flip through the pages, I'm alive no cartoon
Those sleepin' need to hit your alarms soon
Welcome to your wake up call, hello? Talk to 'em
Man you rappers ain't deep, you just shark's food
Bring your fish stories 'round me you get harpooned
I let my mind hi-hat while my heart booms
Flatline rap, every night I give my heart to 'em
Yeah I'm dropping' that cardiac Marley rap
Visual art form mixed with audio artifacts
Thrilling as Saw 4, niggas don't want war
With this lyrical armoire transmitted through polygraph
Sleep when I die, deep inside of a body bag
In the mean time I seize life as an insomniac
Sharp minded, turning beats into dartboards
Niggas hate on moi 'cause I'm rare like a condor
And I'ma fly every second I've alive
Through the pressure I'ma rise to be a legend that they idolize
Dedicated with the patience of a private eye
When I arrive a celebration is what I prescribe

Hey
Uh huh
Boom, boom, boom
Uh huh
Hey
Boom, boom, boom
Uh huh
Talk to 'em

See I believe irony is such a vivd thing
Like being slept on for simply trying to live your dream
Or how I've never been an actor but I steal the scene
Or how you say your pockets fat but got skinny jeans
Never had a tattoo but I live in ink
I'm trying hard to break the chain and I'm the missing link
I'm here to give it to you straight, y'all mixing drinks
Niggas say they Focused Mannn!
But your vision's Bleek
Man you figure all that brain would make a nigga think
Why these broads stay giving up the Mr. Pink?
You send her off to your Reservoir Dogs
Watch Dirty Diana transform into Billy Jean
Just face it, y'all not ill as me
Y'all on that Bull shit, Pippen's team
Truth is dude got bars, prison scene pause
What you call competition I call a Thanksgiving feast
Yet the industry is all up on their sacks, is y'all kidding' me?
You cats ain't hard, y'all some Kenny G's
Working hard to be the artist you pretend to be
All to be a superstar for fifteen minutes? Please
I acknowledge you fraudulent facades
With counterfeit applause, you hardly are convincin' me
And I respond to con artists with raw
And strong disregard as I carry on my legacy
I dare any of y'all to spar lyrically
My lyrics be
Vicious as Manny Pacquiao brawlin' in the Philippines
So called enemies
Coming up short like Mini-Me's body in a guillotine
I work hard and consistently
You young pups just barking up the Wishing Tree
Lyrics subpar, want war? Nigga please
I'm a one bar killing spree
Need to pray to God for an epiphany
Why? Cuz y'all not real as me
Selling out your souls with your pawn store tendencies
I'm far more riveting so villages stay warned
Cuz when I brainstorm they close off roads instantly
I'm the epitome of Mozart's Symphony
Bob Marley's energy and Ray Charles' imagery
I prescribe audio visually
Hip Hop pharmacist
M Doc, artist of the century
Y'all gon remember me

Uh huh
Boom, boom, boom
Uh huh
Yeah
Uh huh
Boom, boom, boom
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