[Intro: La the Darkman]

Yeah, killa, The GZA, La

Live, yeah, what, yo

[Verse 1: La the Darkman]

My clan is like U.S.A., the way we conquer

Lay back, grow more chocolate than Willy Wonka

Stomp ya, 'til 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 Jésus, I got juice

Darkman move swift as a mongoose

[Verse 2: Timbo King]

Yo, niggas 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