9th Chamber Featuring La the Darkman, Baretta 9, Killa Sin, Street Life - Inspectah Deck, La the Darkman, Baretta 9

Yeah, INS, yo

La the Darkman

Hit 'em with the death blow

Yo

Yo, I’m known to spit poems, throw dice and hold tones

Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like Larry Holmes

Through the Valley of Kings, you catch the Killa Bee sting

Tryin to pick up, you fuckin with the archbishop

Defyin me is like startin Rap World War 3

You rather sell your key to NYPD

My style’s vicious, I rap in the lab and break dishes

My words wear jet black hoods, lookin suspicious

Darkman

Behold the struggle fire ultra harmonizer, track paralyzer

Artist he the real, blood spilled on the synthesizer

4th, turn it up a peak, make the speaker tweet

Iron Sheik camel clutch a beat, rappers take your seat

In fact punch a clock, it’s my time to rock, dock the known like a scott

Engineered this thought that I present, so just

Comprehend, while I fill you in, with a bar or ten

And clear the path for the god Sin, do 'em in kid (Yo)

I stay lurkin, circlin the premises

Dart chemist sent on a search for arch nemesis

Concoctin neurotoxins out of synonyms

Send your physical in triple shock, crippled in a detox with no rememberance

While I rocks the maximum shows for no minimum

Capacity to pack the front row but flow naturally

Killin 'em, swing on the stage like jagged pendulums

And blow like thirty shrapnel grenades with no pins in 'em

Why risk it?

Killah Hill District, we flip shit

Egotistic, I hold grounds with twin biscuits

Put it up, I lay it down, my streets sound surround

Shaolin bound, flash flood watch you might drown

Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder

Island drifter, black vagina finder

Loungin by the seashore, switch like Bloody Roar

And slap hardcore dick to your main wiz, bitch

Toxi' on Bacardi Pina, low crawlin through Medina

Slumped in the seven-seater

Dumpin heaters, to bite might cause seizures

Weak MC’s take me to your leader

We the true source, movin off on uncharted course

My thoughts come across with a blindin force

Killa Bees plant seeds, log on

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

You are now in the 9th chamber

Where the falls of reality close in fast on the world of make-believe

And your fantasy is nothin more but a memory

Now bear witness to the realness

Shown and proven

We live by the sword…