4 Souls lyrics

Artist  : La The Darkman 
Song : 4 Souls



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featuring Shotti
Screwface

Intro:

This is how we
goin' do
We goin' do this right
Word word
is bond
Know what I'm sayin'
This is LA wid
the track
Know what I'm sayin
You know how
we do
Word up yo
Let Dark pass no
stunting
>From the real
Better get your
4 pound God
Let's proceed
Yo what yo
yo

Verse 1: LA

I run up on rap like
Boo Smith on a hatchback
Put my patch down
cause a head crack
I'm trapped, in a hole
filled with guns and drugs
Three-headers,
nothing better 5% and thugs
Style tight like
O.J. gloves
Niggas state to state take a
bug
'Cause I burn rich niggaz who will hide
slugs
It's the coke that got me caught,
in
this dead train of thought
We stepped the
coroner theft law from the Bronx New
York
Holding a pitchfork for cream
Eyes on
high beam, 13
Cooking up coke, selling as dope
fiends
Now realise my anger as I craft my
chamber
With no parental vision made a fucking
head-banger
Who's in change a, you dis this
judge you get finished
Disrespect Darkman you
get slapped with a Guiness
Kid spin it, baby
MC's I'm just choking 'em
My shit hits the
town like 300 pounds of opium
What, turbulence
which is your first defence
Scripts stay
scrapped to kill an action-packed
defence
Cocoa plants, I payed the cost in a
loft
Now lyrically candy topping niggas and
buttered soft
As the holocaust

Verse 2:
Shotti

Prepare for the killin'
shield
Sight you lose to nightmares
Stan
man and my desert ???
Then I slip to the US,
and then,
The battle thought you had me
screw-finched hologrammed
You can stick it to
death
Talk means you scot
Einstein
dangerous mind
2 heads and 4 eyes
This man
X,
I'm known when I'm off my shift
Scarf on
my waist pull then I'll scorch your face
I'm
like a copy-cat killer
Born for strangling
niggas
Then pull figures
Receive and rob
the spot like Dillinger
Settle cap like
???
I'm saber-toothed coming at you
Forfeit
the minds can't win wit' no .22
Get nuke and
henny rock 80 proof
In the hood, never sipping
while I'm drinking my jewel
Dance to my ritual,
lower you into my seance
Bitch wearing
Avon
Missing me ?on the rap song?
I'll
buck, you frontin' wit out that GK bubbly
stuff
Gang games for schools that's why your
whole shit gets laced up
With the mic as my
staff
I inscribe my witchcraft with full
blast
Buddah cut, shot these screw
cats

Verse 3: LA

When I'm
lifted
Rip shit up kid quick I'm busted
On
any demon puffing hizo can't be trusted
Lustic
lyrical blunts be like mud
DARKMAN THE KING,
lampin' on my throne of blood
Lynch men,
verbal henchmen, kickin' your door
in
Blastin', rip, flippin' your shit, rippin'
your organs
Triple darkness, lies trap a
constant rip 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, grab your head-bands,
suffocate
Call me Chester so i had to
let
them rappers I wake on fuck 'em break
I
hold crack like your ass
Lick shots from the
techs then jet through the wet grass
Bubble
worth like a bass,
Darkman instancy, sniff
canibus living
part in the Caribbean
Sea
Through your history the dark scenes will
make you ears beam
Talking 'bout hitting rap
then 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
Darkman empire guard you now like
a gun
Loading wid nine rich niggas and I'm
bound to be the tenth one

Verse 4:
Shotti

Read my jungle
Got the far eye
see shot predator
Detonator blowin' up city
blocks
Wid' a large watts
About six
clocks
That's high potent killers on each
corner
Wid guns ready for smoking
Six sense
Indian head hancho
Yo my peso got royals that
screw Castro
Operation statement my technique
will be an experiment
For my alliance I catch
skins of ten lions
What you trying tasting
this sawed off iron
Adjustable punk fashion
came out your whole batch
My plan to wrap this
town like Saran
All I need is guns and a few
good men
Shotti, stay like Scarface wid a key
to shoot somebody
Come get me, my fingers
dipsy,
Who's coming whippy, I'm a
yippy
First enemy who's stealin'
filthy
Size 'em up break 'em down I'm
guilty
My sons is wit' me
Shot like 150
watts and fistful like Kung-Fu plots
Wid my
sing-sing shot
You form something that can't
be stopped
Got a glock the fuck up your snot
box wid a
shot
What!

Outro:

Sing-sing
Knaw
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