[Intro]
This is how we goin' do
We goin' do this right
'Cause word is bond, know what I'm sayin'?
Six July with the track, know what I'm sayin'?
You know how we do, word up, yo
Let y'all cats know somethin' from the real
Better get your four pounds up
Check, yo, what, yo, yo
[Verse 1: LA the Darkman]
I run up on rap like Boo Smith on a halfback
Put my patch down, cause a head crack
I'm trapped in a hole filled with guns and drugs
Beheaders, knotty dreaders, five percents and thugs
Style tight like OJ gloves
Niggas state to state think I'm bugged 'cause I burn bitch niggas with hot slugs
It's the coke that got me caught in this dead train of thought
D-Cepticon and Teflon from the Bronx New York
Holdin' a pitchfork for cream, eyes on high beams
Thirteen, cookin' up coke, sellin' to dope fiends
Now realize my anger as I craft my chamber
With no parental vision made a fuckin' head-banger
Who's in danger? You diss this judge you get sentenced
Disrespect Darkman you get slapped with a Guinness
Kid finished, baby MC's, I'm just chokin' 'em
My script hits your town like three-hundred pounds of opium
What? Turbulence, this is your first defense
Scripts stay strapped to kill in action-packed suspense
Cocoa plants, I payed the cost in a loft
Now lyrics machete-choppin' niggas that's butter soft
At the holocaust
[Verse 2: Shotti Screwface]
Prepare for this killin' chain
Fight you lose to nightmares
Sandman and my desert's diesel losin'
This non-script, to the US, it's bare
In a battle thought you had me, Screwface, hologrammed
Use [?] to get you vexed [?] in disguise
Einstein, dangerous minds, two heads and four eyes
This man X, I'm known when I'm off my shade
Scorcher on my waist, pull then I'll scorch your face
I'm like the copy-cat killer
Boss of stranglin' niggas in full figures
Proceed to rob the spot like Dillinger
Battle cap like Crenshaw, I'm saber-toothed comin' at you
Four-fifth, the mind can't win with your .22
Get loose with Henny rock 80 proof
In the hood, never slippin' while I'm drinkin' my juice
Dance to my ritual, lower you into my seance
Bitch wearin' Avon, Mr. Miyagi Wax On
I'm buff, you frontin' without that BK button stuff
Chain gang's the crew, that's why your whole shit gets laced up
With the mic as my staff
And then splash my witchcraft with full blast
Voodoo cut, Shotti screw cats
[Verse 3: LA the Darkman]
When I'm lifted, twisted, dusted, kid, I'm busted
On any demon puffing hydro, can't be trusted
Lusted lyrical flood, filthy like mud
Darkman is king, lampin' on my throne of blood
Lynch men, verbal henchmen, kickin' your doors in
Thrash your script, splittin' your skin, rippin' your organs
Triple darkness, La Trafficante, rib juggler
Snake eyes dedicated undercover smuggler
As I cut you I slice your brain right without the mic
Vivid literature pictures shine like four nine lights
Time in space, classic head-bands, suffocate
Call me Chester, for adolescent rappers I rape
Then fuck 'em great
I hold crack like your ass
Lick shots from the tech then jet through the wet grass
Bubble work like a bath
Darkman entity, since cannabis
Lyrics partin' the Caribbean Sea
Do your history, the dark seed will make you ears bleed
Talkin' 'bout hittin' raps, bitch, sit back and hit your weed
La can walk through walls, stand straight up in fire
Look at your eyes, look at my eyes, pussy, and tell me who's higher
Dark vampire, guardin' you now like a gun
Rollin' with nine rich niggas and I'm bound to be the tenth one
[Verse 4: Shotti Screwface]
Read my jungle, rastafari big shot predator
Detonator blowin' up city blocks
With a large watt, about six crops
That's high potent killers on each corner
With guns ready for smokin'
Sing sing Indian, head honcho
Your mafioso got foiled by Screw Castro
Operation stick 'em, my technique will be the spearmint
For my alliance I attach strength of ten lions
What you tryin'? Facin' this sawed off iron
Adjustable punk fashion take out your whole bat
My plan to wrap this town like Saran
All I need is guns and a few good men
Shotti, ill like Scarface with a key to shoot somebody
Don't tempt me, my fingers itchy, who's comin' with me?
I'm a hit the first enemy who's feelin' filthy
Size 'em up, break 'em down, I'm guilty
My sons is with me, shot like 150 watts
Invincible like Kung-Fu brothers with my sing-sing shot
You form somethin' that can't be stopped
Got a plot to fuck up your snot box with a shot, what?
[Outro]
Sing-sing
Know what I mean?
LA the Darkman
Shot these fool faced, keep your boots laced
Many, many fakes and gun rules
M-A-D, wealthy
Killa Bees
