dark nights been cold like night veins serve niggas chills i m ill like mike caine express and i stress the best i m insane to these bitches like miranda i m lyrically bruce wayne pain i felt it and belted it out in sorrow broke days way too embarrassed to ask to borrow a dollar for a quarter a gallon of gas tomorrow struggles by the car load had me lower than carlos borders we sorta ignore em like fuck a lock yo no plan drawn still stone cold a picasso nothing quite impossible something similar to pac though young poet we know it sow it so it ll grow blow where the wind take me money ll never make me no matter where i go so money ll never break me though i been broke like pieces of soap pasted to cleanse my soul bands like grams we raising reaching for better it s whatever i m kevin bacon x men out that want none a part of my making why bane ain t a match for this emcee and dark knight bat wings need a m3 all y all drool for ra s al ghul protg i ve been cold as jay on 3 kings nigga get schooled i am the 5 3 morgan free flow genius underground killer like bane whole team is they couldn t cop me now they stuck underneath me i took a leap of faith and i climbed up easy rap so deezy and eric jones i gotham city i save ya all from the bad rappers in ya city and let you take a couple jewels like the cat lady dark knights rise again jamla we back baby yea i say dark knights rise again jamla we back baby it s so quick to flip and crown a next king trip like crips do the blues make us swing low as the flow where chariots ride on wings i decoded the message arrested by modern bling and real treasure lies in the lives that never use knives to bring themselves up a notch only took a stab at a dream coliseums used to pray to him the elohim witnessed the door to door and i guarded it like hakeem the idi amin of all these idiots mean i know toe to toe go with the best that they throw in the ring seen lot of despair pair me with none of them things two left feets only dance to the beats with b s we rep honesty my history cherokee and it s african deep blue cinnamon every bit of the black in him embrace heritage capitalize like acronyms we higher seed no need to deplete it like the vatican and benedict ourself deplenish all our wealth  rapsody never blame a man for misfortune do it yourself ain t rocked a 9th beat in a minute i ain t even with niggas you slight breeze i m wife beaters in winter i m a product of reaganomics where the law is a greater problem where the niggas is spraying something and they got em word to robin that s gotham that was fiction but i m talking about the district where business is booming for bird flippers and morticians and i understand the plight of bane except we using other drugs just to fight the pain it s coming apart i m hoping to god you niggas ain t playing cause i m more patrick bateman and y all bruce wayne and i do my thing really folarin spit pepper young veteran you niggas lack season like a torn acl a level headed i put this wit in yo lady belly and i bet my digits bout as thick as fat belly bella i m like the new fella meets good guy turned he ll do the crude business manute length is a list of niggas that may envy but i eat danger for lunch breakfast and plate empty and i leave the place with some choice ladies to fellate with me and i pull hoes like cellos strings nigga hear my symphony of the opus mr holland ain t got nothing on hollerin at these hollow heads we both shallow but i am raw fly as fuck who the fuck is y all to compare me to them peoples niggas questioning they outfit like jim carrey on the sequel get me9