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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

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

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