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featuring La the Darkman 

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[La the Darkman] 
Yeah  Tone Touch  Power Cypha MC's 
*In Jamaican tone* Yeah  ya mon know alot of dat cum from killen 
I run da place  take it from me (real gun talk) 
The fortified nine millime 
Yo Darkman King  doin my thing the bee sting 
Assassinate your whole team wit the vocal red beam 
Sold yourself a dream  I sharpen my script as an arrow 
Professional and live, my style double-barrel 
I Self Lord, Master natural disaster 
Holy sling to splash ya, dark force to thrash ya 
Blind eyes, poligimous got four wives 
Inside my square, rappers get buried alive 
We never even, put you in the dirt still breathin 
Perfection, the gold mic touch dun, I'm blessin 
Flames lit the flesh, shot at some of the best 
When Dell played me at my rest, stabbed a kid in his chest 
Now I got respect, runnin through boroughs, hoods and towns 
Niggas pull they pants down when I show the four pound 
Verbally, fantastic, cocked my rhyme, blast it 
Trapicante classic, gun talk gymnastic 
The Bronx back to Brooklyn got my slang cold cookin 
Pull up in my four-hundred, mad bitches be lookin 
And I'm a rude boy, wit lyrics to seek and destroy 
My gold tec gonna blast niggas from here to Quebec 
Yo I'm Bronx-born, Brooklyn-raised 
You niggas get more than grazed, when I blaze my gauge 
It's not a arcade, dun my gun is real as AIDS 
I'm Holyfield, rappers is Tyson these days, Darkman

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