Artist: A.I.G.
Album:  Fame Labs Presents
Song:   The Anthem
Typed by: The Prophet

[Intro: Darkim Be Allah]
Yeah, many men from every angle
Donnie Banks, King of Fame, like talent

[Darkim Be Allah]
I pull a slang out, to bang out
Hot whore scream my name out
War, answer the door with the thing out, start the action
If I see 'em, I ain't askin' shit, just start blastin'
I spit with a passion, rock your village
If I leave, they say them Bronx niggas kill it
So what the industry ain't feel it, the streets is love
I hustle so I always keep money in my gloves
I drugs niggas like PCP
Still I'm calm and I'm humble when you meets me
But fake cash niggas can't grease me, no one defeats me
Son I slam like Bruno Sammartini, the living legend
Remember me, like 9/11
Fame dirty game, keep a weapon (pay attention where your mind at)

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[Darkim Be Allah]
Hit the block, I'm high explosions, wise as the ocean
Watch a nigga analyze, eyes in motion
No, it's mama's cries from the moment
Her son layed down in the toment
Should revolve around the world, and it's killin' us
Newest tried to put together millions of us
Money and the power in the middle of us
Drugs, pride, women and Fame, nobody knows, he was caught up in the game
They say he was a nice young man, but talk military
And now his people holdin' hands at the cemetery
They got the whole neighborhood leary
And now the cops makin' anchories, your name's down in infamy
The same sad songs like the symphony, old man asking for sympathy
Drugs, pride, women and Fame, nobody knows he was caught up in the game
Fuck a diamond keep the jewels shinin'

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[Darkim Be Allah]
Damn, this city is locked
And po' done, shot a lot a nigga on, every single block
Rock bulletproof glass Mercedes, slash 380's
Niggas makin' cash and babies
Fame last crew, came to black out, act out
Bring shit too big to back out, I smoke drink, sold many ounces
At the door, got me roughin' the bouncers
Donnie Banks, came to get in your blouses
Got high class laws, check the broad, if she come from the houses
Damn, this weave feel good to me, Hennessy in the hood with me
Tear the club up, honeys in the jam, gettin' rubbed up
Came in the game, son and dubbed up