At the age of four La the Darkman moved with his family to Crown Heights, Brooklyn. At 14 he became involved in street life with GJ and EB and got in trouble with the kids at the basketball court. His mother didn't approve and he was moved to Grand Rapids, Michigan where he finished high school. He released his debut album 'Heist of the Century' in 1998, selling over 300,000 copies independently. His follow-up album was due for release in 2006 through Think Differently Music but is yet to be released.
4 Souls
La the Darkman Lyrics
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Intro:
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 Guinness
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
The song "4 Souls" by La the Darkman featuring Shotti Screwface is a hard-hitting rap track that showcases the raw, violent and gritty reality of the streets. The lyrics delve into the criminal world and the trials and tribulations faced by individuals who reside in that part of society. The opening verse of the song refers to a life of crime filled with guns and drugs, while the second verse speaks of stealing, killing and settling disputes with a gun. The third verse speaks of walking through walls and standing straight up in fire. There is a lot of anger and frustration that is evident, and this is conveyed effectively through the hard-hitting lyrics and the aggressive delivery style.
The song was released in 1998 as part of La the Darkman's debut album "Heist of the Century." The album was notable for featuring several members of the Wu-Tang Clan, including RZA, Method Man, and Raekwon. At the time of its release, "Heist of the Century" received critical acclaim and is now considered a classic of East Coast Hip-Hop.
Line by Line Meaning
I run up on rap like Boo Smith on a hatchback
I approach rap with the same ferocity and tenacity as Boo Smith did on a hatchback. I'm not to be underestimated.
Put my patch down cause a head crack
I'm so intimidating and dominant, that even the toughest individuals would back down and cower before me.
I'm trapped, in a hole filled with guns and drugs
I'm stuck in an underworld of violence, where guns and drugs are the norm.
Style tight like O.J. gloves
My style is tight and precise, just like how gloves should fit perfectly on one's hands.
'Cause I burn rich niggaz who will hide slugs
I'm so on top of my game that even wealthy and powerful people who have hidden agendas would fall at my feet.
It's the coke that got me caught,
My involvement in selling cocaine was what got me into trouble.
in this dead train of thought
My mind is consumed with negativity and violent thoughts.
Holding a pitchfork for cream
I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get money. I may be holding a pitchfork for cream, but I'm still willing to go further than that.
Prepare for the killin' shield
Get ready for a brutal fight, I'm not holding back.
Then I slip to the US, and then,
I snuck into the United States without being detected.
Born for strangling niggas
I was born with a natural inclination to hurt and kill people.
Receive and rob the spot like Dillinger
I'm quick to seize any opportunity to make money, just like the infamous bank robber John Dillinger.
Call me Chester so i had to let
My name may be Chester, but don't think for a second that I'm weak. I had to let my enemies know that I'm not one to be messed with.
Darkman instancy, sniff canibus living
I'm always living life on the edge, smoking cannabis and taking risks.
Through your history the dark scenes will make you ears beam
My reputation precedes me, and even in the future people will remember the dark and violent things I did.
Read my jungle
Listen and pay attention to me, because I'm dangerous and unpredictable.
Yo my peso got royals that screw Castro
I have connections and resources that even the former leader of Cuba, Fidel Castro, couldn't mess with.
My plan to wrap this town like Saran
I intend to dominate and control every aspect of this town, just like how plastic wrap tightly covers a dish.
Many many fakes and gun rules
There are many fake and weak individuals around here who try to act tough, but I know the real rules of the game.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ARETHA FRANKLIN, CARLOS BROADY, LASON JACKSON, TED WHITE
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