Testo Outro

[La the Darkman] Yeah, killa, The GZA, La Live, yeah, what yo 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 Runnin wit the heart of slave that's been freed Triple Darkness, wild like a killer from Sparfit Heartless, trained to hit movin targets Profit, .357 cocked it Killed you, leave you wit your money in your pocket My logic, money bitches layin the lessons Allah blesses, me wit automatic weapons Scholastic, geographic, stay jurassic Runnin through Medina wit the glock blastin Rotten fruit, Black Je-sus, I got juice Darkman move swift as a mongoose [Timbo King] Yo, niggas caught plaque from bitin off the platinum Dumb MC's 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