[Intro: La The Darkman, (Raekwon)]
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Word up. La The Dark' and Chef.
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(True. Let's get it right.)
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Aiyyo. Fourth.
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(Let's get it right like white.)
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Burning that ass. Sniff it up.
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(You know how we go, kid.)
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Like a hound on dope.
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(Yeah. Yeah.)
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Word. Word life. La The Dark'.
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Big up to my many Buck-Buck.
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Don't sweat that.
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(What up, son.)
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It's all good.
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(Check it. Check it.)
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[Raekwon]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo
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Aiyyo La, whats up son
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Aiyyo, you read the papers
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2 columbian niggaz hit these funny niggaz
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A heavy routine, Chevy, Yukon green
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Had crazy coke up in that piece by all means
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[La The Darkman]
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The kids was mad flonting, Rae', it had to go down
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Killers be coming for your neck, when you wearing a crown
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4-5's and AK's, kids ready to spray
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The cats got nine lives from around my way
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Timb boots and dough galore, two techs by the door
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So, when the po-po come, I can take them to war
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[Raekwon]
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Same subject, techs and royalty checks
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Plus marketing the drugs, equal mad respect
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I gotta get mine, blast mad nines on a regular
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Fake competitor or player, I mean this maker
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[La The Darkman]
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Who's the rap mayor, its me, i be the slayer
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The dark's in the realm, you contemplate your prayers
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Meteorite or clips hitting in the 9-5th
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All you yapping MC's, like pancakes you get flipped
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I got a thirty shot clip at the grip of the hip
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I'm a mad av. warrior, young tale from the crypt, kid
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[Chorus: Raekwon, (La The Darkman)]
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As the world goes round yo the same is the same
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(Same junkies on the corners shooting shit in their vein)
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Whats the deal, black man must rise up to the top
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(Representing Darkman with this real hip hop)
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[Interlude: Raekwon, (La The Darkman)]
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And you don't stop (and you don't stop)
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Yeah! (and you can't stop) and you can't stop
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(Word up! word drop that style)
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[La The Darkman]
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You only live once, execute your dreams
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A third real triple beam, weighed out my scheme
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For the cream, my sold cracks, never could relax
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Now build with Wu-Tang, spitting lyrical facts
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Young black mad bastard from the concrete street
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And never leave the land without strapping my heat
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Keep peace and don't beef, word life tariff
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I stole the million dollar show cuz i'm that dark thief
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La, Dark gold spark, ready to rip you apart
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I was born with a gold shield over my heart
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So, don't start none, it won't be none
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I'm dominating the screen, my reign just begun
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I got raw and uncut for the kids doing the biz
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You can't figure my physical like a pyramid
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I'm that wicked dark star, may La now ride
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I switch to warp space 5 like the starship Enterprise
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shy...
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[Chorus to fade]
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Az the World Turnz (Album Version)
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| La the Darkman |
