Dar-1 Theory Lyrics

All Good Game

This light of mine shines illuminates my grind; down the path of Jonny Cash ready to walk the line

Wit no time to stop and water the tree; I’m dealing with rush hour like Carter and Lee

the flow go beyond ability to rock a party; them rhymes can change times like Doc and Marty

marchin down like the saints in Nawlins causin problems; evolvin thats y they call me Darwan

Sky’s the limit if my own heart’s straight; left Texas but remained in a lone star state

and to my mountaineers I know its been a few years; i’ll give you all i got just lend me two ears

it aint hard to tell but its hard to sell; findin heaven is actually harder than hell

so anytime you come across this new name; expect nothin less than all good game

Verse 2 change ways since the days of my first crew; now i’m all dash game lead more than pursoo

without death in site enterin my second life; and regained this whole dont mess wit Texas fight

wit a 3rd eye open no team of thirteen; but i tend to scheme like Danny Ocean

got a vision in high definition I cant lose; when the mission’s impossible i become tom cruise

dont let this new jack get busy; everywhere i go becomes new jack city

spikin punchlines and thats no joke; but it might jack u up like jack and coke

gotta have it, addicted to newage black magic; cant stop, keep goin at it like Jack rabbits

and that’s how i became the jack of all trades; out to win diamonds clubs hearts and spades

Lifestylez of the undergrad black middle class; out to prove we dont break like brittle glass

cant relate to rich and famous or poor and dangerous; no matter how the media tries to shape us

i do me, only duty is this rhyme slick game; got dogs to fight for me on that mike vick game

straight reggie miller in an N Y Knick game; kicked aside being on that sidekick game

never robin in the night scene, i’m nightwing; flashing through your mind striking like lightning

separatin the reasonable and absurd; out here to make wak MCs bite the curb

not in the game yet but thats fine; as long as you know that the real show comes at halftime

so dont change the channel just check the candle; cuz this light of mine shines illuminates my grind.

Drinks

My antics caused a spike on campus; cops come manage to vanish neva caught on cameras

cuttin classes, whats life without takin chances; goin out drinkin gettin some lap dances

a-yo my pack of misfits goons chickenheads and chicklits got big lips; for everybody tryin to come after this clique

forget what you u know and what you heard before; we the type to go fight the punks from jersey shore

i’m playin, just after the chicks i’m cravin; nevermore like the raven saying thats what i’m claimin

size em up, got a great site the way she shakin; eyez light up, the break lights once i break in

gotta high rolla virgin gal i’m lookin to break in; gotta bipolar suburban gal i need to trade in

cant make my mind, i struggle at times; girls are a dime a dozen but i want dozens of dimes

Get loose, only drink the truth; the ones u cant deny cuz it got alotta proof

i rock til the baby asleep;and transform miss lady in the street, to amazing freak

so get it gal get down go hard get tipped; got mo drinks in the whip beggin to get sipped

if u tryin to take a trip, ready to slide; if in more ways than one, u ready to ride

check the profile, style fast furious and wild; leavin hostile wenches wit a devilish smile

checkin vixens chicken heads and headless chickens; some lookin for a tip drill and tipsy girls trippin

yall got it twisted huh; the mixed kid gon mix it up

i treat innocent dames and the rappers the same; after i spit my game they gon give it up

I’m dressed to club yet dressed to kill; wit sex as a weapon i’ll threaten fa real

jazzy as jeff and as fresh as will; so ill they sendin a pill of benadryl

i put on for my city for my culture for my peers; and put off all the haters and the doubters in my ears

wit a definite no, but now see; we all alright like kids from that 70s show

celebratin like i just won a championship; the bootylicious didn’t think i could handle it

what u tellin me, i’m more than ready for the jelly; dj bring on whatever medley of melodies

the gigs up, sober meter got quickly spent; took nine shots I call it a 50 cent (what u say)

sober meter got quickly spent; took nine shots I call it a 50 cent

Let Me Be Wit U

Can I ask u a personal question?

On the low, low as bass, drop a hint so it’s not a closed case

gotta know or I’ll blow, how yo smile light up the whole place?

I watch it go, pierce souls, reflect off walls, encompass the whole space

Somehow enhancing the beauty already imbedded in yo whole face

N why u got a gemstone for an iris? not tryin’ to embellish

But i can tell even your eyelashes r jealous to be in its presence

it serves as the gateway to your soul an after adjustin’ my angle

caught a glimpse of the wings n halo, there’s no doubt u an angel

Damn I like ya, cant withstand, u make my heart pound to the beat i write ta

devise a big plan to hire cupid as my hitman n snipe ya

thinkin how us caressin’ would be a blessin’ nothin less than heaven

Attracted to how u wear more clothes n let my eyes do the undressin’

The physical matrix creation needs a theoretical explanation

Cuz the eye candy’s beyond what a homo sapien is capable tastin’

Pardon the cravin, its war when temptation knocks the interior’s core

But i caved in, rare scenario that i’d jump the friend barrier for

Grey area part 4? No! I won’t repeat n relive past mistakes

For good I smashed the place, so just know when i asked if i could have this date

All grey smoke has disappeared, no pollution, all intentions r clear

No rain to hydroplane, no windshield smeared, i can change gears and easily veer

To a spot beside the female i admire most thru every detail

U possess all i want, the sureness from the train of thought doesn’t derail

Where most chicks fail for being too that n too this, wit countless things on the list

You appear to be delicately engineered as well rounded as a sphere

Not too passive, too aggressive, too proud, or too needy, I see thee

As more real than chance, the balance u possess suggest u took advanced dance

While the balance i possess suggest that I’m fallin’ for u rapidly

Last question. Will I be a victim of gravity or do u intend on catchin me?

Targets

Who the hell is trainin’ these police?  they should be fired, retired, these beasts in uniform conspire

to get away wit murder like Annalise and acquire; the videotapes to hide proof, no justice no peace they liars

we try peaceful protests but those get no results; n the oppressive system don’t listen they insult

vilified painted as a misguided colt; losin wit no solution n no key to free the bolt

n man i would hate for it to escalate the bloodshed; but on our side it already has everytime we find one dead

so don’t be surprised by what arise as this remains allowable; such a slap in the face in every case these cops aren’t held accountable

so instead of dismissin step in our shoes; imagine that victim as someone u know, singin’ our blues

not delusional race baiters, use the mouse, zoom in; we just want to be treated as fairly, treated as human

n I wish I could be a proud american; but around blue devils I’m unwanted like a maryland terrapin

another bites the dust but they don’t care for him; got mothers cryin’ why like nancy carrigan

we stay grievin, being black comes wit a high risk; that’s the main reason y so much black pride exists

but they take it as a threat, n I hate it; cuz I got love for all races but tired of seeing mine degraded

n how can we stay objective in the present; when we know innocent dudes that wrongfully served a long sentence

it’s a tired old song, cop cant figure out who; so any random black dude barely fittin the description will do

real talk none of this makes sense; how many times can you shoot a person and still claim it was all self defense

after 2 I feel like u crossed the line and hopped the fence; n now u goin for the kill that’s just how I feel

The Gray Area

The clock’s on 11:11, my wish take me to heaven; feelin’ as lucky as 7, Y? today is a present
Unwrappin’ the gift, eyez lit, did u send me one?; Or is it my imagination that I’ve been letting run
Yeah, cuz nothins heaven sent, they wont just give it up like lent; Life’s a wench playin’ games wit me on the bench
Reachin’ for somthin I cant grab fightin something I cant jab; I keep gettin’ pushed aside like someone typin hit tab
The things I’m chasin’ today I may be chasin’ away; I wish the answers were in black n white cuz theres no erasin’ the grey
But to u that step is a horror scene, u ignore the dream; N let the idea of a nightmare scare that ionic bond that we could share
Naw it’s a golf course, not all a fairway, so practice ur swing; Don’t let areas of rough or trees n water keep u from the grass that’s green
The two of us got two eyes lookin’ in two different directions; Seein’ each other as a love interest n simultaneously viewin’ it a friendship

U want that girlfriend treatment but not given me none; if I’m not really in your plans we can just be done
cuz right now I just feel like I’m bein takin advantage of; no progression for a while so I may vanish becuz
when I step my game up u tell me to pull back n relax; u not ready for all that n that’s the facts
but when I pull away it’s like the string gets tension; now u all disappointed that I’m not givin u attention
u cant have it both ways dependin’ on what’s convenient; at this point I wont continue to be so lenient
U know I’m down, u know I’m ready to sign; but I wont wait around u have to make up your mind
cuz that window of opportunity  is closin’ certainly; u better stick your hand in the crack before it shuts permanently
I’m cool wit takings things slow if that’s your intention; but I cant match your pace if u keep changing direction

I’m not mad at u just frustrated at the situation; I got a girl in my corner wit no limitation
anybody hurt u, I’m ready to kick his face in; but u set up this magic wall wit no infiltration
u can let me in but wont recite the incantation; u wont provide a set in stone indication
so yeah, I’ll admit its messin wit me fa real; cuz I feel like your in my palms but I cant seal the deal
So believe me I understand u don’t mean to tease me; But walkin’ this tight rope is like pimpin’ it aint easy
N should I slip n lose my grip I cant say which way I’m fallin’; Either fallin’ for u, or I could fall back and turn away n get out this trap
This grey area is no home, only a place to roam; Hotels, houses, or apartments, bout as lame as Mediterranean and Baltic
I wanna monopoly spot wit places to park in it, boardwalks in it; But right now it’s a roll of the dice whether or not u become a part of it