Lyrics:

{*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...