LA The Darkman
Best Of The Wake Up Show '98
Freestyle - LA The Darkman
[LA The Darkman]
Yo don't ever play me close
I split mics like Rae and Ghost
Grip a big toast, squeeze off like I'm supposed
Hey yo my CREAM is related to blood, they like brothers
I take mine serious like west coast with colors
Check the penmenship, rappers get pistol whipped
Superior pistol grip, new Wu blue chip
Through the history I crush men
Roll like shultz to dutch men
Peace to Lex in Sing Sing with tough skin
Unpricely, my food for thought stay spicy
My bracelets plus the medallions stay icy
Darkman stay in lands like water and Aquaman
Ride the Newark, play the fan, you can't mess with the- yo
Yo, yo, yo I'm known to spit poems, throw dice and hold pones
Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like Larry Holmes
In the valley of kings you catch the Killa Bee sting
Tryin to pick up, you messin with the archbishop
Defyin me is like startin Rap World War III
You rather sell your key to NYPD
My style's vicious, I rap in the lab and break dishes
My worse wear's jet black hood, lookin suspicious
Out the watchtower, play the Polo Green Eddie Bauer
For brothers shootin powder, holdin chorus by the shower
I'm a wildcat, world class, TV evangelist
Break a brother's neck from Now Why to Los Angeles
Gold fifth, shinin all the leather- yo, yo, yo
(He's hype man, he's hype)
Yo, yo, check it, yo
I self lord, master, natural disaster
Holy slang to splash ya, dark force to thrash ya
Blind now, piligament got for a while
Inside my schoolin rappers get buried alive
We never even, put you in the dirt still breathin
Perfection, the gold mic touch dunn, I'm blessin
Flames lick the flesh, shot at some of the best
When Del played me at my rest stabbed the kid in his chest
Now I got respect, runnin through boroughs, hoods and towns
Brothers pull they pants down when I show the 4-pound
Verbally fantastic, cock my rhyme, blastin
Tropicanty classic, gun talk gymnastics
The bums back in Brooklyn got my sling cold cookin
Pull up in my 400, mad chickens be lookin
And I'm a rude boy with lyrics to seek and destroy
My gold tech known to blast rappers from here to Quebec
Darkman, LA The Darkman, Darkman is lord, LA The Darkman
LA, yo, yo, Wu-Tang Killa Bees
Can't be stopped
The invincible, it's '98
Shaolin academics
Wu-Tang academy, Wu-Tang academy
Hey yo I run up on rap like Bruce Smith on a halfback
Put my pads down, cause a head crack
I'm trapped in a hole full of guns and drugs
Beheaders, not the dreaders, 5 percents and thugs
Style tight like O.J. gloves
Niggas state to state think I'm bugged
Cause I burn... yo with hot slugs
It's the cold that got me caught in this dead train of thought
Decepticon and teflon from the Bronx New York
Holdin a pitchfork, for CREAM eyes on high beam
Thirteen cookin up coke sellin to dope fiends
Now realize my anger as I craft my Chamber
With no parental vision made a headbanger
Who's in danger? You dis the judge you get sentenced
Disrespect Darkman you get slaped with a Guiness
Kid finished, baby MCs I'm just chokin em
My crypt hits the town like 300 pounds of opium
What, turbulence, this is your first offense
Since they strapped a killer, action packed suspence
Cocoa plant, I paid the cost and the loss
Now livin with machettes choppin rappers that's butter-soft
That's the holocaust
LA The Darkman word up, '98, I break your back
Break your mutha- yo, break your back, yo
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