Song: Not That Everyday Shit
Artist: DARKSIDE (Clipz & Black Market & Chi)

Copywrited 2001 Clipz-Cre Inc. / Rugged Child Records

(Zolok the Alien)
DARKSIDE
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(clipz) x4
what the fuck now

(Black Market) x2
Not that every day shit
Yo spit it

(Clipz)
What the fuck is this 
we dubbin discs
for instramentals just to fuckin spit 
these hot flows that you know you loving bitch
thuggin shit 
till it cant be thugged no more
got kicked out your store
and hit in the ass by the door
we put your carcass on a plane to israel
wit a hook in your mouth that is real
now you know how the fish feel
look in to my face 
am I a disgrace to your race
hit you wit the 12 gauge and vanish wit out a trace
you must want to get dismantled 
are automatics light you up like a candle
then you get found dead in a man hole
I'll direct a movie
were I shoot you wit my uzi
and feed you to some chinese people that think that your sushi
hit you wit a paper bag wit a brick in it
offendin all yall flaming fags just by spittin in it
I'll write your suicide note
make a knive and thicker rope
take your life when I slit your throat
then throw you off the dock tied to a river boat
you know we gettin high when CLIPZ smoke
make your lungs hurt
I could everyone in america wit one word
your shit is upserd
I flip you the bird
steal your car then drive off screamin cuss words
fuck all yall bitches not that shit again
you fixing to get hit wit this remington for actin feminen
try and maintain when you listen to my syninems
chi looks like a gremlin
but his rhymes are hotter than eminem
we liven the high way
smoken joints sideways
please find me and hide me 
so the police dont find me and fine me
for murderin the sheriff on the highway
then speedin off going to hide for 5 days

Chorus:
(Black Market)
When we make shit
it aint that everyday shit 
or that every week shit
it's that dank shit not that weak shit
it aint freestyle it's written but unrehearsed 
you'll be lying in a hurst do to the curse of one verse
(clipz)
When we make shit
it aint that everyday shit 
or that every week shit
it's that dank shit not that weak shit
it aint freestyle it's written but unrehearsed 
you'll be lying in a hurst do to the curse of one verse

(Black Market)
I get my weed in bulks
so I can sell it to my nigga folks
keep that shit on lolo 
but always sell enough to get my dough though
and to all yall crack addicts smokin the rock and becomming spazzmatic
I'll chop you up put you down the drain and trash compact it
and if you stop it up
I'll put a bomb in your house and just blow it up
finger fuckin your spouse 
while she got both of my balls in her mouth
then her back I bent it
the weed I sold you was slack and it had crack in it
CLIPZ grap the real shit hot box the car dont vent it
to get this green I didn't spend it
for all yall dummies 
I was talkin about money
if you ask for a dollar you won't get it from me
then you see 5 flashes
that's 5 bullets beside your glasses
smoke some hasish
bust more shots in peoples apparattas
people scared to look at us when they pass us
yalls lyrics are so boring
so I take gasoline to your house and start pourin
light a match
light the blunt off that
throw it down
burn your house down 
easy as that
and they say I'm the calmest cat
but "FUCK THAT!!!"
CLIPZ hand me the clips
not the ones that I put in my gun  
I'm talkin about the clips that I hold the roach wit son
let me spit a couple rhymes then I'm done
but don't front
Hit you wit a 12 gauge pump
and they find you a year later in the city dump

Chorus:
(Clipz)
When we make shit
it aint that everyday shit 
or that every week shit
it's that dank shit not that weak shit
it aint freestyle it's written but unrehearsed 
you'll be lying in a hurst do to the curse of one verse
(Black Market)
When we make shit
it aint that everyday shit 
or that every week shit
it's that dank shit not that weak shit
it aint freestyle it's written but unrehearsed 
you'll be lying in a hurst do to the curse of one verse

(BEAT PAUSES)

(Chi)
fuck you
fuck her 
fuck every body
like my man CLIPZ
empty the clips
drive off
put it in reverse
and do it again  
wake up on the floor
next to a 15 year old whore
with her daddy at the door
bustin in grabin me and draggin me threw the grass
sharpenin his axe
til its as sharp as a broken piece of glass
while I'm screamin out
give me a histerectmy
but don't be disectin me
I'ld like to feel the rest of me 
when this excstacy
enters my blood stream
don't be so mean cause ripped your left sleeve
with this needle filled wit purpel THC
it's not my fault that your shoulder is falling apart
cause general bonapart
lost is battle while your rootin for him in seattle washington
but now it doesn't matter cause the cops drove by
shot him put me in cuffs
and took me to D.C.
for the murder of bill clinton's wife and his 6 hookers
but you don't believe me
runnin around all corners of the south
after breakin out of death row with the guards ounce
that I found lyin around
havin half the country lookin for me 
cause if they find me it's worth 20 g
but they won't find me
cause right now I'm in G-TOWN
wilden with CHRIS and ALAN
laughin at me cause I got busted wit out them

(Clipz & Black Market together)
When we make shit
it aint that everyday shit 
or that every week shit
it's that dank shit not that weak shit
it aint freestyle it's written but unrehearsed 
you'll be lying in a hurst do to the curse of one verse