Outro

[Intro: La the Darkman] Yeah, killa, The GZA, La Live, yeah, what yo [Verse 1: La the Darkman] My clan is like USA the way we conquer Lay back, grow more chocolate than Willy Wonka Stomp ya, till your head bleed, your mouth bleed Running wit the heart of a slave that's been freed Triple Darkness, wild like a killer from Spofford Heartless, trained to hit moving targets Profit, .357 cock it Kill you, leave you wit your money in your pocket My logic - money, bitches, land and lessons Allah blesses, me wit automatic weapons Scholastic, geographic, stay Jurassic Running through Medina wit the Glock plastic Rotten fruit, Black Je-sus, I got juice Darkman move swift as a mongoose [Verse 2: Timbo King] Yo, niggas caught plaque from biting off the platinum Dumb MCs caught the gum disease, ask them Who style they took, two wild rooks Tried to take a page when I'm the author of the book At twenty-seven years young, y'all some old timers I write wit invisible ink, y'all use eye liners Define rhymers, the question and the answer The DJ and the dancers, check