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{*evil laughter*}
[Intro: La the Darkman] Yeah, INS, yo It's La the Darkman Hit 'em with the death blow [La the Darkman] Yo, I'm known to spit poems, throw dices and hold tones Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like Larry Holmes Through the Valley of Kings, you catch the Killa Bee sting Trying to pick up, you fucking with the arch bishop Defying me is like starting rap World War III You'd rather sell your key to NYPD My style's vicious, I rap in the lab and break dishes My words wear jet black hoods, looking suspicious [Beretta 9] Behold the struggle fire ultra harmonizer, the track paralyzer Ought to see the real, blood spilled on the synthesizer Yo 4th, turn it up a peak, make the speaker tweet Iron Sheik camel clutch a beat, rappers take your seats In fact punch a clock, it's my time to rock, dock the known like a scott Engineered this thought that I present So just comprehend while I fill you in with a bar of tin And clear the path for the god Sin, do em in kid [Killa Sin] I stay lurking, circling the premises Dart chemist on the search for arch nemesis Concocting nuerotoxins out of synonyms Send your physical in triple shock Crippled in a detox, with no remembrance Well I rise the maximum shows with no minimum Capacity to pack the front row while flowing naturally Killing 'em, swing on the stage like jagged pendulums And blow like dirty shrapnel grenades with now pins in em [Streetlife] Why risk it? Killah Hill district, we flip shit Egotistic, I hold grounds with twin biscuits Put it up, I lay it down, my street sounds surround Shaolin bound, flash flood watch you might drown Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder Island drifter, black vagina finder Lounging by the sea seashore, switch like bloody raw And slap hardcore dick to your main wiz, bitch [Inspectah Deck] Toxi' on Bacardi pina, low crawling through Medina Slumped in the seven-seater, thumping heaters To bite might cause seizures, weak emcees take me to your leader We the true source, moving off on uncharted course My thoughts come across with the blinding force Killa Beez plant seeds, lock on Or get knocked of like a pawn if you dare lock horns [Outro: Inspectah Deck] You are now in the 9th Chamber Where the falls of reality closing fast On the world of make-believe And your fantasy is nothing more than a memory Now bear witness to the realness Showing and proving, we live by the sword... |
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I came in the game, young nigga banging for fame
In the process, staking my claim And I train like, Leonidas son, the fire and sun The blood, sweat and tears, grinding for ones Nearly died for it, cried for it, hustle and flow Right from the seed, competing with my love for the dough The hunger it burns, I wondered and yearned They tried skipping my turn This time, muthafuckas gon' learn About the rap general, Rebel, I stack regular revenue Globally local mogul, vocally soldier hold you Dude faking and fronting, you just say that you want it I'm the next Nike ad, greatness is nothing Who run it, I'm coming, I can't, won't, don't stop blunted 'Til the dough stop coming, 'til the hoes stop stunting Label it a rap, case closed, no discussion I'm back to the block, got the whole spot dumbing I hear plenty barking, got the semi sparking It's my time, this is it, like I'm Kenny Loggins Empty cartridge like Hannibal A-Team Stop me, wake out your day dream Stay out the way, please Before you have me facing like eighteen It's gotta be, then let it be I'm straight in them state greens I've been through it all, still stuck in the mud Eating good, living right, still them fuckers a judge Like a nigga can't get no greats, when I hit, Make the bricks go ape 'cause I spit cocaine And I'm leaning em, blue coats is beaming 'em Rolling with the team and 'em But really only few folks are seen with 'em Y'all better mark my words Before it's all set and done I'm a stun y'all like Spock and Kirk Honor the rep, UD's, Donnie and Fes P.C. Fisk, Banga, straight body a set I even the odds, I'm bleeding, I'm scarred A nickel bag in the trunk, believe I'm involved I'm on everything, 'cause I ain't feeling the job Your boy Deck's a king, keep it realer than y'all Or say keep it true, you watching like the streets'll do Hip hop is falling apart, Deck, he's the glue Haters get off me, you sinking my ship Fixing your lips, yapping like you thinking he slip I got a million niggas thinking he sick, a million kids Thinking he rich, a million bitches think he the shit You think it's a game, laugh when you leaking in pain Speaking my pain, hater I'm the reason you came |
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I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy
But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away It's foul in the street, criminal in the street Little child running wild, struck down in the street I'm strapped for the brawl, story of the hood It was written, you can read it in the graph on the walls Long as cash is involved, they blast for the cause And you better break bread or you asking for war Trying to come out the hood, pray for him 'Cuz he would put the gun down if he somehow could Baby being born, teenage mother Fly baby boy found laying in the dumpster? She couldn't bare the load, she begged for forgiveness Because it's just tears of soul And the world so cold, world so bold Gotta make it so my boy and baby girl, grow old Hold my head 'cuz I could be the nigga in the news Stressed 'cuz I need these figures for this food I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I want a better life for my children, I'm building I'm voting for Barack, I just hope they don't kill him I'm bugging off the government, they bugging off the fact That the next Pres. gonna be a woman or a black I'm sure what's in store, ain't cater to the poor And I bet many more won't make it through the storm But I take it will be strong, we face harder hard ships Labeled me, low class, treat it like I'm garbage Still I stand tall, rising like a phoenix from the ash My life tryin' ta see it if I can 'Cuz to me it's all I have, no, I wouldn't trade it I just meet you on the other side, homey, if I make it That's why I'm bigger on the grind I'm so close to the edge, 'cuz I live on the line And mankind's heading for the worse We gonna end the world if God don't get to us first I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away My man just lost his job And he was down three, so, now he forced to rob He was good till he caught the charge Trying to live that American dream, a three car garage Man, it's hard and it's ways to go You can't run from it, 'cuz there's no place to go And there's no face you know And there's no cake to blow And there's no space to grow I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away |
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You are now in the special operating area of the studio
I'mma push it to the limit like Manny and Tone Like, somebody carry him home, deeper than Barry's tone My young one, heir to the throne I fuck it up, you be hearing the moans Feeling the jones, dude, do it smooth as kaluha And you thought you was the future, you was the loser Me, I'mma doolah schooler This just use your manuever I'm cool as the cooler with the heart of a champ So to fail's not part of the plan, I just started to dance King of pop, moonwalking they ass Getting dirty like water to sand, man, pump up the jam 'Cuz the track's Godzilla Way beyond monster, half bar killer Charged with crash bar, smash y'all iller Camouflage large, hard head, Park Hilla, ah You are now in the special operating area of the studio Yeah, I'm wild like Clifton Powell, grammar tight Like Vanna White hands, how I flip the vowel Give it up, son, lift your towel, feels like the pits Just missed off the bat, I'mma hit you foul Just bow when you face the great Y'all skating on thin ice or INS raise the stakes Fuck around I'mma name your stage, Undadogz run the yard, a.k.a. Doomsday Brigade I say, I am not a gangsta, I am not a rapper But nigga my response, shots flying at your Jaguar Snitching in your song, stop lying 'bout your swagger Popping shit now, hear him crying 'bout it after I'm a different cloth from them When I toss the blend, heads spin like Porshe rims What I talk, should of caused a trend When I scope the lens, I got the whole world wanting in You are now in the special operating area of the studio |
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