[La the Darkman]
Yeah, the killer, The GZA, La
We live, yeah, what, yo
My Clan is like USA the way we conquer
Lay back, grow more chocolate than Willy Wonka
Stomp ya til your head bleed, your mouth bleed
Runnin with the heart of slave that's been freed
Triple darkness, wild like a killer from Sparfit
Heartless, trained to hit movin targets
Profit .357 cocked it
Killed you, leave you with your money in your pocket
My logic, money bitches layin the lessons
Allah blesses me with automatic weapons
Scholastic, geographic, stay jurassic
Runnin through Medina with the glock blastin
Rotten fruit, Black Jesus, I got juice
Darkman move swift as a mongoose
[Timbo King]
Yo, niggas caught plaque from bitin 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 27 years young y'all some old timers
I write with invisible ink, y'all use eyeliners
Define rhymers, the question and the answer
The DJ and the dancers, check