4 Souls

Lyrics

[Intro] This is how we goin' do We goin' do this right 'Cause word is bond, know what I'm sayin'? Six July with the track, know what I'm sayin'? You know how we do, word up, yo Let y'all cats know somethin' from the real Better get your four pounds up Check, yo, what, yo, yo [Verse 1: LA the Darkman] I run up on rap like Boo Smith on a halfback Put my patch down, cause a head crack I'm trapped in a hole filled with guns and drugs Beheaders, knotty dreaders, five percents and thugs Style tight like OJ gloves Niggas state to state think I'm bugged 'cause I burn bitch niggas with hot slugs It's the coke that got me caught in this dead train of thought D-Cepticon and Teflon from the Bronx New York Holdin' a pitchfork for cream, eyes on high beams Thirteen, cookin' up coke, sellin' to dope fiends Now realize my anger as I craft my chamber With no parental vision made a fuckin' head-banger Who's in danger? You diss this judge you get sentenced Disrespect Darkman you get slapped with a Guinness Kid finished, baby MC's, I'm just chokin' 'em My script hits your town like three-hundred pounds of opium What? Turbulence, this is your first defense Scripts stay strapped to kill in action-packed suspense Cocoa plants, I payed the cost in a loft Now lyrics machete-choppin' niggas that's butter soft At the holocaust [Verse 2: Shotti Screwface] Prepare for this killin' chain Fight you lose to nightmares Sandman and my desert's diesel losin' This non-script, to the US, it's bare In a battle thought you had me, Screwface, hologrammed Use [?] to get you vexed [?] in disguise Einstein, dangerous minds, two heads and four eyes This man X, I'm known when I'm off my shade Scorcher on my waist, pull then I'll scorch your face I'm like the copy-cat killer Boss of stranglin' niggas in full figures Proceed to rob the spot like Dillinger Battle cap like Crenshaw, I'm saber-toothed comin' at you Four-fifth, the mind can't win with your .22 Get loose with Henny rock 80 proof In the hood, never slippin' while I'm drinkin' my juice Dance to my ritual, lower you into my seance Bitch wearin' Avon, Mr. Miyagi Wax On I'm buff, you frontin' without that BK button stuff Chain gang's the crew, that's why your whole shit gets laced up With the mic as my staff And then splash my witchcraft with full blast Voodoo cut, Shotti screw cats [Verse 3: LA the Darkman] When I'm lifted, twisted, dusted, kid, I'm busted On any demon puffing hydro, can't be trusted Lusted lyrical flood, filthy like mud Darkman is king, lampin' on my throne of blood Lynch men, verbal henchmen, kickin' your doors in Thrash your script, splittin' your skin, rippin' your organs Triple darkness, La Trafficante, rib 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, classic head-bands, suffocate Call me Chester, for adolescent rappers I rape Then fuck 'em great I hold crack like your ass Lick shots from the tech then jet through the wet grass Bubble work like a bath Darkman entity, since cannabis Lyrics partin' the Caribbean Sea Do your history, the dark seed will make you ears bleed Talkin' 'bout hittin' raps, bitch, 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 Dark vampire, guardin' you now like a gun Rollin' with nine rich niggas and I'm bound to be the tenth one [Verse 4: Shotti Screwface] Read my jungle, rastafari big shot predator Detonator blowin' up city blocks With a large watt, about six crops That's high potent killers on each corner With guns ready for smokin' Sing sing Indian, head honcho Your mafioso got foiled by Screw Castro Operation stick 'em, my technique will be the spearmint For my alliance I attach strength of ten lions What you tryin'? Facin' this sawed off iron Adjustable punk fashion take out your whole bat My plan to wrap this town like Saran All I need is guns and a few good men Shotti, ill like Scarface with a key to shoot somebody Don't tempt me, my fingers itchy, who's comin' with me? I'm a hit the first enemy who's feelin' filthy Size 'em up, break 'em down, I'm guilty My sons is with me, shot like 150 watts Invincible like Kung-Fu brothers with my sing-sing shot You form somethin' that can't be stopped Got a plot to fuck up your snot box with a shot, what? [Outro] Sing-sing Know 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