[Intro: dubbed voice]
There's some sick shit goin' on in here
A bunch of niggas is goin' crazy
Y'nahmean? Straight up and down
What the fuck is goin' on yo?
I can't believe it
Niggas is the nicest y'all
Division/CCF, Darkman

[La the Darkman]
Yo I flash jewels, wear no tattoos
I'm hard like statues, thirsty for Cash Rules
Son I send a wild dime piece to lick you
Then wid your pants down nigga I stick you
Clever, so I tell poems quick, Cellphone flips
Beside sellin' grams I sell you a whole brick
Plus my flow's sick, then a bitch with AIDS
And my bullets twist niggas like Spreewell braids

[Prodigal Sunn]
Street slug incinerator, Brooknam generator, fuck haters
Design with the rhymes to shine across the equator
Spit gravitation, these bitch niggas stay fakin'
Got no time for playin, guns sprayin', bodies layin'
My son's pockets achin', an everyday hood situation
We live on revelations, fuck contemplatin'
And yeah, many hung in the jungle
Stamina black panel I jack with the hammer attack
Now where your sons at?
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