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Darkest Days by N Sane & Dub DeVille
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My oh my... Order of Spit: Dub DeVille, N Sane
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #13,587
Peak in subgenre #2,067
Author
N Sane & Dub DeVille
Uploaded
September 19, 2004
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MP3 2.2 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
(Dub DeVille) These of my darkest days I beg to pardon way From a heart that strays It's heartless caves In my chest, still a breath Escapes serenity Faithless blesses me Blessed be thy wicked wanderer In Eden plant a seed Thieves damn a dream Steal life from this soul Kneel a plight spoke in sones God cries, Jesus bleeds rain Noah's Ark drowns in the sorrow Moses parts this sea of blood, guts, and horror Nails spring from the cross Stricken with divinity A crown of thorns embodies a halo Let there be inner peace oF mind, body, and soul Shrined, lock me in this hole Where fits a key to a memory A locket of endless dreamscape For keepsake take my hand Walk this distance, as confidence leads the way I breathe today This is something I'll never mean to say but I'm ready to die so don't hope me to wake You were the one to fall apart in my dark (N Sane) I crawled thru the dark, I traveled thru the spark Figures sprawl out the wall, I unraveled all the parts I can piece it together, I'm reachin the weather How we feel, tellin us whats gettin conceived is just better We veterans, the cleverest, better than a mass percentage But it's never just, cuz we a nemesis to the fashion genesis Show you how big my letters is, they give me the leverage No matter ya size or height, they outpower you, tower you, I bet it did Demolish, astonish, chaotic, your home plate, I ate on it Your bone break I may plan it, day-omin Speakin in tongues, the gas from the leak on the street is seapin in lungs From deep in the slums, where you see sleepin of bums Or from the roadkill in the burbs, the most real wit the words I don't squeal when it turns, I won't kill less it yearns My goals fulfilled when it's earned, check my soul it's real when it burns I'm so still then it churns, but I won't tell my concerns
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