featuring La the Darkman Dom Pachino

Killah Sin Street Life





Yeah Ins yo La the Darkman

Hit them with the deathblow



Yo yo I'm known to spit poems

Throw dice and hold tomes

Show ice puff bones

Hit beats like Larry Holmes

Through the valley of kings

You catch the killer bee sting

Trying to pick up

You're fucking with the archbishop

Defy me is like starting rap world war 3

You'd rather sell your key to NYPD

My style is vicious

I rap in a lab and break tensions

My words wear jet black hoods looking suspicious





We are (Darkman) the trouble fire

Ultra harmonizer/ track paralyzer

?Are Tazeena? real/ blood spill

On the synthisizer

Bwa turn it up a peak

Make the speaker tweek/ Iron Shiek/ camel clutch'll be

Rapper take your seat

In fact, punch a clock/ it's my time to rock

Dr. No microscop

Engineered this thought that I present on this

Comprehend/ while I fill you in/ with a bar of tin

And clear the path for the god sin

Do them in kid





Yo I stay lurking

Circling the premisis

Start Killah Sin on the search for arch-nemesis

Concoctin neuro-toxin out of synonym

Send your physical in triple shock

Crippled in the detox with no rememberance

While I rocks the maximum shows with no minimum

Capacity to pack the front row

With flows naturally

Killing them

Swing on stage like jagged pendulums

And blow like 30 schrapnel grenades with no pins in them





Why I risk it/ Killah Hills district

We flip shit/ egotistic

I hold ground with twin biscuits

Put it up I lay it down

My street 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 sea shore/ switch like bloody raw

And slap hardcore dick your main ?width? bitch





Toppsy of Bacardi Pina

Low crawling through Medina

Slumped in the seven seater/ dumpin heaters

The bite MIC cause seizure

Weak MC's take me to your leader

We the true Source

Moving off on a charted course

My thoughts come across with a blinding force

Killer bees plant seeds log on

Or get knocked off like a pawn if you dare lock on





You are now in the 9th Chamber

Where the walls of reality

Closing fast on the world of make believe

And your fantasy is nothing more than a memory

Now bear witness to the realness

Show and improvement

We live by the sword