Artist: Contribution X f/ Beretta 9
Album:  Dark Destiny
Song:   Dark Destiny
Typed by: Contribution X

[Contribution X]
I dig up corpses for lunch in the Vietnam fields
From Queson, kids died with their hands on the steel
Stars and stripes, Walter Cronkite, Condoleeza Rice
Feed us TV dinners, telling lies all night
Now it's Iraq to Palistine, Isreal, Bazra
New King James Edition, becoming your father
Real mind control, that's Republican driven
And like technique said, they're selling lies to your children
Who's the fucking bitch now? Understand my truth
My cypher cyclones like Florida, that's pulling up roots
You'll never understand, I'll leave you twitching and pulsing
You may be hungry motherfucker but I'm consciously starving
My heart has been hardened, screaming loud eradications
I'm like Iron Mike before prescribed medication
Know what your facing, anger with fury fired with masons
Y'all fucking vacant, young cats with old hatred

[Hook 2X: Contribution X]
Dark Destiny
It's where the light don't shine
Time after time, it seems it's hard to get by
Dark Destiny
Somehow your fate's been sealed
It's been chosen for you, your life has never been real

[Beretta 9]
Check it
From out the darkness comes the light as I spark this I might
Awaken to the sound of the drum, I come right
And exact, for most of the mentally dead, we provide a pulse
and a way for those that are lost
Yo check it, my thoughts move at a speed only mind can detect it
It will super-exceed any track you select
Throw it on I proceed, break of dawn I sleep
When I'm dead never gone, maybe physical, maybe not
Born mentally in tune, sequentially blessed with the potential
That will eventually be made Kinetic
And that's without a question
The answer you get in every session
Once I throw on the headphones, check the levels then
I test them, one two, borning the three
Hoping that you see, What it is that I do
and it's not just for me, but for you and my crew
and Allah's Mathematics, yo all praises due

Hook 2X

[Contribution X]
Ain't nothing good to me, I'm twenty-five and I'm broke
Most of my fam and my friends think I'm a fucking joke
I'm stressed out, I've lost most that I have
And y'all can keep on laughing but y'all 'bout to get stabbed
I turned mad when I wanted the best
I look back at life screaming "What a fucking mess"
And now I'm wrecked, it's like an ill collision
I'm a legend in my own mind while all of y'all listen
I wanna kill folks, that's ain't even like me
I used to love all people but now they despise me
Lost innocence, you want me to praise God?
He don't even fucking listen and you say that I'm wrong
Assholes are like excuses and everyone gots one
But y'all remember one thing, that I be the Contra
I roll alone, fuck all help, I'll still astonish ya
Lyrically demolish ya, capable to abolish ya

Hook 2X