Killah Sin  Street Life

 
 Yeah Ins yo La the Darkman
 Hit them with the deathblow

 Yo yo I'm known to spit poems
 Throw dice and hold tomes
 Show ice puff bones
 Hit beats like Larry Holmes
 Through the valley of kings
 You catch the killer bee sting
 Trying to pick up
 You're fucking with the archbishop
 Defy me is like starting rap world war 3
 You'd rather sell your key to NYPD
 My style is vicious
 I rap in a lab and break tensions
 My words wear jet black hoods looking suspicious

 
 We are (Darkman) the trouble fire
 Ultra harmonizer/ track paralyzer
 ?Are Tazeena? real/ blood spill
 On the synthisizer
 Bwa turn it up a peak
 Make the speaker tweek/ Iron Shiek/ camel clutch'll be
 Rapper take your seat
 In fact, punch a clock/ it's my time to rock
 Dr. No microscop
 Engineered this thought that I present on this
 Comprehend/ while I fill you in/ with a bar of tin
 And clear the path for the god sin
 Do them in kid

 
 Yo I stay lurking
 Circling the premisis
 Start Killah Sin on the search for arch-nemesis
 Concoctin neuro-toxin out of synonym
 Send your physical in triple shock
 Crippled in the detox with no rememberance
 While I rocks the maximum shows with no minimum
 Capacity to pack the front row
 With flows naturally
 Killing them
 Swing on stage like jagged pendulums
 And blow like 30 schrapnel grenades with no pins in them

 
 Why I risk it/ Killah Hills district
 We flip shit/ egotistic
 I hold ground with twin biscuits
 Put it up I lay it down
 My street sound surround
 Shaolin bound/ Flash flood watch you might drown
 Headliner/ move through the city like a sidewinder
 Island drifter, black vagina finder
 Lounging by the sea shore/ switch like bloody raw
 And slap hardcore dick your main ?width? bitch

 
 Toppsy of Bacardi Pina
 Low crawling through Medina
 Slumped in the seven seater/ dumpin heaters
 The bite MIC cause seizure
 Weak MC's take me to your leader
 We the true Source
 Moving off on a charted course
 My thoughts come across with a blinding force
 Killer bees plant seeds log on
 Or get knocked off like a pawn if you dare lock on

 
 You are now in the 9th Chamber
 Where the walls of reality
 Closing fast on the world of make believe
 And your fantasy is nothing more than a memory
 Now bear witness to the realness
 Show and improvement
 We live by the sword