4 Souls Lyrics - Singles - La The Darkman

featuring Shotti Screwface 

Intro: 

This is how we goin' do 

We goin' do this right 

Word word is bond 

Know what I'm sayin' 

This is LA wid the track 

Know what I'm sayin 

You know how we do 

Word up yo 

Let Dark pass no stunting 

>From the real 

Better get your 4 pound God 

Let's proceed 

Yo what yo yo 

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Verse 1: LA 

I run up on rap like Boo Smith on a hatchback 

Put my patch down cause a head crack 

I'm trapped, in a hole filled with guns and drugs 

Three-headers, nothing better 5% and thugs 

Style tight like O.J. gloves 

Niggas state to state take a bug 

'Cause I burn rich niggaz who will hide slugs 

It's the coke that got me caught, 

in this dead train of thought 

We stepped the coroner theft law from the Bronx New York 

Holding a pitchfork for cream 

Eyes on high beam, 13 

Cooking up coke, selling as dope fiends 

Now realise my anger as I craft my chamber 

With no parental vision made a fucking head-banger 

Who's in change a, you dis this judge you get finished 

Disrespect Darkman you get slapped with a Guinness 

Kid spin it, baby MC's I'm just choking 'em 

My shit hits the town like 300 pounds of opium 

What, turbulence which is your first defence 

Scripts stay scrapped to kill an action-packed defence 

Cocoa plants, I payed the cost in a loft 

Now lyrically candy topping niggas and buttered soft 

As the holocaust 

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Verse 2: Shotti 

Prepare for the killin' shield 

Sight you lose to nightmares 

Stan man and my desert? 

Then I slip to the US, and then, 

The battle thought you had me screw-finched hologrammed 

You can stick it to death 

Talk means you scot 

Einstein dangerous mind 

2 heads and 4 eyes 

This man X, 

I'm known when I'm off my shift 

Scarf on my waist pull then I'll scorch your face 

I'm like a copy-cat killer 

Born for strangling niggas 

Then pull figures 

Receive and rob the spot like Dillinger 

Settle cap like? 

I'm saber-toothed coming at you 

Forfeit the minds can't win wit' no .22 

Get nuke and henny rock 80 proof 

In the hood, never sipping while I'm drinking my jewel 

Dance to my ritual, lower you into my seance 

Bitch wearing Avon 

Missing me? on the rap song? 

I'll buck, you frontin' wit out that GK bubbly stuff 

Gang games for schools that's why your whole shit gets laced up 

With the mic as my staff 

I inscribe my witchcraft with full blast 

Buddah cut, shot these screw cats 

Verse 3: LA 

When I'm lifted 

Rip shit up kid quick I'm busted 

On any demon puffing hizo can't be trusted 

Lustic lyrical blunts be like mud 

DARKMAN THE KING, lampin' on my throne of blood 

Lynch men, verbal henchmen, kickin' your door in 

Blastin', rip, flippin' your shit, rippin' your organs 

Triple darkness, lies trap a constant rip juggler 

Snake eyes dedicated undercover smuggler 

As I cut you 

I slice your brain right without the mic 

Vivid literature pictures shine like four nine lights 

Time in space, grab your head-bands, suffocate 

Call me Chester so i had to let 

them rappers I wake on fuck 'em break 

I hold crack like your ass 

Lick shots from the techs then jet through the wet grass 

Bubble worth like a bass, 

Darkman instancy, sniff canibus living 

part in the Caribbean Sea 

Through your history the dark scenes will make you ears beam 

Talking 'bout hitting rap then sit back and hit your weed 

LA can walk through walls stand straight up in fire 

Look at your eyes look at my eyes pussy 

and tell me who's higher 

Darkman empire guard you now like a gun 

Loading wid nine rich niggas and I'm bound to be the tenth one 

Verse 4: Shotti 

Read my jungle 

Got the far eye see shot predator 

Detonator blowin' up city blocks 

Wid' a large watts 

About six clocks 

That's high potent killers on each corner 

Wid guns ready for smoking 

Six sense Indian head hancho 

Yo my peso got royals that screw Castro 

Operation statement my technique will be an experiment 

For my alliance I catch skins of ten lions 

What you trying tasting this sawed off iron 

Adjustable punk fashion came out your whole batch 

My plan to wrap this town like Saran 

All I need is guns and a few good men 

Shotti, stay like Scarface wid a key to shoot somebody 

Come get me, my fingers dipsy, 

Who's coming whippy, I'm a yippy 

First enemy who's stealin' filthy 

Size 'em up break 'em down I'm guilty 

My sons is wit' me 

Shot like 150 watts and fistful like Kung-Fu plots 

Wid my sing-sing shot 

You form something that can't be stopped 

Got a glock the fuck up your snot box wid a shot 

What! 

Outro: 

Sing-sing 

Knaw what I mean 

LA The Darkman 

Shot these fool faced keep your boots laced 

Many many fakes and gun rules 

M-A-D, wealthy 

Killa Bees