[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, n***as 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