"Through these trife times. Too many brothers be making settlements. Lacking elements, irrelevant. Rhymes embellishing. And know the truth hurts but yo lI'm tellin' it! Record labels quick to buy your soul if you're selling it...Fo real! See, we the chosen few. Exposing dopeness from my point of view. The expose will say the way its written: Plates and ancient roots. Deep seeded from the tomb. The building craft, the master plan. Raw elements fam expands to withstand: Facin' time combined in and of your crime divine, despise us, try to find the giant...And the lions. Of broadening horizons, shine like irons! Enlighten minds, got lines that I design. Steady scripted rhymes. Livin' through forbidden times. Stay on the search for my soul just like a Buddha to avoid the prosecutor. Live larger than my producer. Fuck the mainstream, commercial kids be having daydreams. Of living the life but never ain't about that life... Struck with vengeance." Darkeem finishes his verse, and bows in respect.