Lyrics:

{*evil laughter*}

Yeah, INS, yo
La the Darkman
Hit 'em with the death blow
Yo

Yo, I'm known to spit poems, throw dice and hold tones
Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like Larry Holmes
Through the Valley of Kings, you catch the Killa Bee sting
Tryna pick up, you fuckin' with the archbishop
Defying me is like starting Rap World War III
You 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, Darkman

Behold the struggle fire ultra harmonizer, track paralyzer
Artist he the real, blood spilled on the synthesizer
4th, turn it up a peak, make the speaker tweet
Iron Sheik camel clutch a beat, rappers take your seat
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 or ten
And clear the path for the god Sin, do 'em in kid (Yo)

I stay lurking, circling the premises
Dart chemist sent on a search for arch nemesis
Concoctin' neurotoxins out of synonyms
Send your physical in triple shock, crippled in a detox with no rememberance
While I rocks the maximum shows for no minimum
Capacity to pack the front row but flow naturally
Killin 'em, swing on the stage like jagged pendulums
And blow like thirty shrapnel grenades with no pins in 'em

Why risk it? Killah Hill District, we flip shit
Egotistic, I hold grounds with twin biscuits
Put it up, I lay it down, my streets sound 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 seashore, switch like Bloody Roar
And slap hardcore dick to your main wiz, bitch

Toxi' on Bacardi Pina, low crawlin through Medina
Slumped in the seven-seater
Dumping heaters, to bite might cause seizures
Weak MCs take me to your leader
We the true source, moving off on uncharted course
My thoughts come across with a blinding force
Killa Beez plant seeds, log on
Or get knocked off like a pawn if you dare lock horns

You are now in the 9th Chamber
Where the walls of reality close in fast on the world of make-believe
And your fantasy is nothing more but a memory
Now bear witness to the realness
Showin' and provin'
We live by the sword