[Intro: La the Darkman] Yeah, k**a, 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 slave that's been freed Triple Darkness, wild like a k**er from Spofford Heartless, trained to hit moving targets Profit, .357 co*k it k** you, leave you wit your money in your pocket My logic - money, b**hes, land and lessons Allah blesses, me wit automatic weapons Scholastic, geographic, stay Jura**ic 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