Artist: Darkim Be Allah f/ Bitter Knight, K-Bar Allah, Supreme Just Album: The Manhattan Project Song: 4 Directions Typed by: Tha Masta [Chorus: movie sample] Where are you--where are you--where are you-- Where are you coming from? And where are you going to? Perhaps, I should like to know all about you [Supreme Just] Eh yo, I was alerted to your arrival Idle time spent preparin' myself, to better myself When you were knelt, stepped live and ready Powermoves quick, niggas with skits should don't test it Revealin' the third, reachin' the herbal, three hands down yo No need for the crown in the kingdom of sound Boogie Down, Uptown, keeps daily states swift Sword skill master, rip shit live for the mind hereafter Break down the thoughts, but yours, yo flip that See me on the flip, I mean the remix Got a couple of rhymes, time to lace, treble and bass [Darkim Be Allah] You know the flavors, for razors A hardcore war never favors Rhyme wizard, work hard for every digit Bubble since the hold-blocks Y'all learn to juggle, double fold knots Dominate slain MC's for the drama sake Eat your food right off the plate I mate with the flyest birds Eveything change while I observe Serve niggas, hardcore to the herb niggas Lift my word, shit figures Caeser in a past-life Three-sixty degrees, nigga that's right [Chorus - minus last line] [K-Bar Allah] Stood my ground and made a way, never strayed from the road I was taught by the old, Clan's born, never fold, under pressure Maintain your stance, fast forward, advance If you're not, take your time and just rewind Recline with your Misses so you could just listen I learned then listened then looked I ran with the precinct crooks from down the Hill to the Empire, money's on the books We Live at the Lab, the coming of the wrath Outdated fires'll bath, plus known for killa-graphs [Bitter Knight] What's the use when, a nigga don't see? And postin' kinda a close to me, you not where you supposed to be I spit it like peace and let me tell you openly Ain't no farest, words are jokes to me, with you I never hoped to be Plus I stay frustrated, anger and bitterness Dance of the soul, done it high to validitives And even if I could, I wouldn't want to have the surgery Too much drama on my life and a constant state of emergency See I get no breaks, and still rub my side for the snakes I don't draw blood, I draw lakes There's cancer in my soul, that keeps my heart cold and keeps snake niggas like you from gettin' old *echo* [Chorus x2]