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 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