9th Chamber Featuring La the Darkman, Baretta 9, Killa Sin, Street Life (feat. La the Darkman, Baretta 9, Killa Sin & Street Life)

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
 Dock the known like a Scott
 Engineered this thought that I present, so just
 Comprehend, while I fill you in, with a bar or ten
 And clear the path for the god Sin, do 'em in kid
 I stay lurkin, circlin the premises
 Dart chemist sent on a search for arch nemesis
 Concoctin' neurotoxins out of synonyms
 Send your physical in triple shock
 Crippled in a detox with no remembrance
 While I rocks the maximum shows for no minimum
 Capacity to pack the front row but flow naturally
 Killin 'em, swing on the stage like jagged pendulums
 And blow like thirty shrapnel grenades with no pins in 'em
 Why risk it? Killah Hill District, we flip shit
 Egotistic, I hold grounds with twin biscuits
 Put it up, I lay it down, my streets sound surround
 Shaolin bound, flash flood watch you might drown
 Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder
 Island drifter, black vagina finder
 Loungin' by the seashore, switch like Bloody Roar
 And slap hardcore dick to your main wiz, bitch
 Toxi' on Bacardi Pina, low crawlin through Medina
 Slumped in the seven-seater
 Dumpin' heaters, to bite might cause seizures
 Weak MC's take me to your leader
 We the true source, movin' off on uncharted course
 My thoughts come across with a blindin' force
 Killa Bees plant seeds, log on
 Or get knocked off like a pawn if you dare lock horns
 You are now in the 9th chamber
 Where the walls of reality close in fast on the world of make believe
 And your fantasy is nothin' more but a memory
 Now bear witness to the realness
 Showin' and proven
 We live by the sword