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Inspectah Deck – Word On The Street

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
Smooth getaway yeah
One time on my ass (getaway)
‘Bout to make this hundred yard dash…
With the cash

[Inspectah Deck]
I’m fleein the crime scene on the major decon
Power steerin lost the handle in the Jeep spin
Deep in the seat high persuit by the precinct
My co defendant turned stake and let the beast in
They rush my old Earth lab grabbed 50 g’s cash
In the stash and let the glock splash
Sun dash down the fire escape past the weed gate
The weed gate, thought it was a sting, popped the tre’ 8
Jakes givin chase, now the dread’s my ‘space
I was creepin down the staircase, we met face to face
In the lobby, cold stares, show no fear
We out for now, but next time we might go there
Cuz po’s here, must’ve turned down the walkie talkie
I thought I heard one tell the other that he caught me
Damn, they got my man, he knows shit
Bitch nigga that I rolled with told shit
I layed low, 007 ’til I get dark
He told where my wiz lives and where the whip’s parked
Got my address off the license plate
That eliminates, headin to my next restin place
Uncertain, my wiz peaked from behind the curtain
It seen the high beam from the chicky lurkin
The high speed chase, got my swervin
I needed a diversion, crashed in the side of a suburban
In the mirror, I’m starin at the eyes of the lord
Couldn’t jump out, fucked up the driver side door
Called China, meet me in a half with the pathfinder
No time to talk, I’ll fill you in when I find ya
Stopped at a neighborhood diner, brought me some attire
And swore to hold me down under fire (echo)

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
The word on the street, they can’t trace my rap sheets
Still I creap swift, tryin to slip all heat
The word on the street, this thing’s way beyond deep
Promise me you’ll keep ya mouth close and don’t leak
The word on the street, the evidence’s concrete
My cold thief mysteriously got set free
The word on the street, the photograph
Let the beast splash through the projects, the last you weap

[Inspectah Deck]
You bein watched like you new on the block from roof tops
Get your moves on these hot shots, pop, music stops
Party’s over, bold soldier move for his holster
Shot the lights out, struck the bouncer in his shoulder
Hard times for po-9, can’t control the mass’ sweep
For move backstage, we sling V.I.P. passes
Jakes sprayin mace, riots takin place
When the Clan show they face, the fans show they place
Get your blunt rolled, fuck the 5-0, they want it dun’ know
Bitches get tripped over, niggaz wildin the front row
Fire marshall catch a beat down, tryin to cut my sound
Radio dispatcher, back-up, bustin rounds
Without intermission from a crowd’s position
Bullets ricochet off the strobe-lights, strikin Christians
My nigga slipped in, ’nuff ammunition
To bust back, fuck that, them out-of-town cats gon’ take the rap
It’s war on the dance floor, quarter to 4
Before we peeled off, they tried to seal off the back door
Gats for the beast, high persuit down the side streets
Shot up my getaway Jeep, crashed the front glass
Flew the head rest off the passenger seat
I grabbed the heat, catched in the wif in and escaped on feet
While the locals interrogated for names and photos
Work for 5-0, swappin info for dough

[Chorus]

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Inspectah Deck – Trouble Man

[Inspectah Deck]
Check out the avenue New York New York the Rotten Apple
We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles
I’m currently servin twenty nine to life
Duckin the searchlight no sleep for like the third night
The big life is trife got the young kids hyped
Cops shoot on sight heat pipe be blowin through the night
The land where you ain’t fam there’s no pity
Similar to Chocolate City, ten times gritty
Hittin hard, liquor’s God, niggaz plottin on the come off
And come off, quicker than the clothes on the stripper
And slide like she doin up and down the railing
Bitch tailing in the Range with Golden Arms smooth sailin
The clock’s tickin, somebody’s on the block snitchin
The plot thickens, phones are tapped, cops listen
Too hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girl
Cause I married this life and she’s my whole world

Chorus: {unknown singer}

It’s just a sign of the times
Calmly listen – to these lines..
I’m goin out of my mind
Livin – the street life..

[Inspectah Deck]
Aiyyo, aiyyo
Make me wanna holla way they do my life
My life, is like a carousel one endless night
Where most die for pies, some holdin their chrome
A large percent die for causes not even their own
When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone
Long live the I-N-S song they workin on
Til then, I hold a section, I stand alone no co-defendant
Showin the weapon, this saga had no story endin
It’s ghetto heaven, and at the same time hell – shots propel
The one that missed me got Chanel
In the future ruled by computer, I self tutor
The music is the simulator, facin the user
I do it for those who walk the same road
And no regrets do I hold for the path I chose
No sleep since the intro, patrol the windows

I reminisce, with the chalice and my eyes half closed
If I could do it again, I’d probably do it the same
Thought I was through with the game, I’m goin through it again
The hood life, I’m in it to the limit
Couldn’t quit it for a digit, die for it cause I live it

Chorus

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, been around the world but just can’t seem to leave
The state of mind that causes tangled web I weave
Made my home in the heart of it
Move like Seagal, “Hard Target”
Most want no part of it, it’s logic
Cutthroat party in the Shark Pit
Cold blooded souls carry bulldogs and oxes, knowledge this
Maintain and remain sane
In the cold world where the rules ain’t changed
Still Rebel to society, government be eyein me
They probably watchin me right now as I’m speakin
But all I’m guilty of is teachin you the truth
They got proof, so you know I’ll be home before the weekend
The hood life, I’m in it to the limit
In it from the scrimmage, livin it, lovin every minute
And every hour, til the powers that be
Eventually stress me to the death

“Y’all know the science right?”
“Death with the intellect”
“aight.. aight..”
“Represent, I make it hot”
“13th.. chamber.. specialist.. from the Bricks”

Chorus

{unknown singer}
Street life.. so trife..
Street life.. for life..
Feels like.. feels like..
My paradiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise..

“Yeah y’all.. uh-huh..” (7X to fade)

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Inspectah Deck – Show & Prove

[Chorus: Sample (Inspectah Deck)]
The power of God’s in you (show and prove)
The power of God’s in you (show and prove)
The power of God’s in you (show and prove)
True The time has come through
Chose the few must show and prove

[Intro: Inspectah Deck *in the the background of the chorus*]
Yea this is the power true power
Showin and provin

[Inspectah Deck]
I once asked God to forgive for my sins
Bent on my knees pleadin to be heavenly cleansed
Said the Holy Ghost changed the ways and actions of men
When I stood, I felt the same as if I just walked in
I was twelve at the time, held nines, held mines
A frail mind, criminal thoughts well-designed
Then the Older Gods put me on, on how to rock this
Maintain, 360, lord and live prosperous
His jewel was priceless, keep the cypher righteous
Bare in mind, God, some of your own won’t like this
I’m mentally scarred, recooperatin from abrasure
Fooled by interpretations made from a traitor
It’s in my nature, I was taught, that’s the first law
Obtain the food, clothin and the shelter that I search for
The fire in my eyes is hot as Earth’s core
What hurts more, the fact that we still dirt poor
In hard times force crimes out of honest man
And most fiend to see the so-called promised land
Sun of Man, knowledge, wisdom and understand
That it’s time to take matters in our own hands

[Chorus]

[Inspectah Deck]
The wicked ways of the world can’t escape sin
I’m facin masses gun on the plantation
Seen source from home yet I’m still caved in
Cuz 9000 miles is such a long way to swim
And many die tryin to survive the next mile
Famillies was raised as slaves and exiled
I learned it as a child, knowledge be the key
To unlock your brain and set your mindstate free
It’s true, the times come through, chose the few
Show and prove, the power of God’s in you
Or remain a savage in pursuit of happiness
Who lacks jewels, love and peace completes the package
The fact is five out a hundred know the truth
The wisdom might blow the roof when shown and proved

[Chorus]

[Inspectah Deck]
Through the course of time, we was dumb, deaf and blind
Now we on the incline, build with one mind
Came a long way, but, yo, we still far behind
So, uplift the mind, God, rise and shine
I speak to the black-bellied yellow seeds
My fellow breed all races, colors and creeds
Search for the knowledge, use science and math
And be queens and kings like the centuries past
The devil tried to fool my people, said we was equal
But I believe him when my culture sees freedom
You beat ‘em with the positive thoughts, you don’t need em
Leave him in the dirt, let the blood suckers see him

[Chorus to fade]

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Inspectah Deck – Settlement

* evil laughter *

* sounds of sword fight *

“Words don’t help you” (x4)

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo I got sight beyond sight like the sword of Omen
Beats are left broken by the wise words spoken
Survive livin driven by blood money hunger
Snakes lay waitin impatiently to steal your thunder
We stay sharp state of the art tear the stage apart
Razor Sharp poison darts raid the charts
Through the underground, some are found changin bounds
The gun sparks like the bloodhound and hunts ya down
The hood life, I’m in it to the limit
Wouldn’t quit it for a digit, die for it cuz I live it
Before I let go, have correct dough
I Bust my shit off, I’m out to blow the lid off, alert the metro
I glow like a lazer lights show, your eyes squint
Vibrant, true colors, I move swift and silent
Livin by the day, hearts are cold like winter nights
Got a hot 10 on the dice in this game of life
A-alikes in tune, immune to snake bites
Roll like the blue coats with no lights, late night
Smooth criminal, born original on a lyrical high
Perform miracles before your 3rd eye
Sir I light up the round table
Lockin the king’s crown, able to hold it down stable
Fatal tech 9′s could make mines deadly duties
Fatal beauties seduce me, used by a hootie and the blowfish groupie
Unruley, fists of fury fly loosely
Cash still rules, ain’t nothin new, tuck your jewellry

“Words don’t help you” (x2)

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Some sound-sound like they real top guns
But this a true sound, it’s a champion

Rock the mic in every session
Reign number 1, no competition

[Inspectah Deck]
Just when you thought it was safe
To make a name for yourself, the blows delf
You get stripped for your belt, run your garments
Feather-weights don’t know what you involve in
Revolvin in fantasy, ya dilute the solvin
My hip hop quoted as an Uncontrolled Substance
Rough from the beginnin, whispered in my blood
Since my child days, blazed, workin on entery level
50 metal jackets are found, no sign of Rebel
The Iyatollah, Kenny Rogers in the game of high rollers
Side-kick, Lucky Hands the dice thrower
Amputate tracks, blow back the mic holder
Godlen ax blade come down, the mic’s over
Takin flight in the Rover, nobel street soldier
Deep cover mission, rap spies be my folder
I.N.S. a.k.a. J. Hunter, vocal gunner
Known to choke-hold the funky drummer
Hunter city tour for the summer
The last dog, Wu Forever roar through your 4 runner
My all-star team put up Jordan-like numbers
Small wonder, get your welcome mats snatched up from under
Your cold feet, jacked your whole feat and mad a whole mil’
No frills with no skills and bounded to steal
This is real, Wu part 2 spark you
Reality bites with teeth marks like a shark do
Niggaz dick-ride by the carpool, Gods rule
If I could own rocks, got me toxy at the bar stool
Me and my girl boost the underworld, duckin feds
Can’t trace the blood of my swords, double-edged

[Chorus]

“Words don’t help you” (x4)

[Outro: sampled girl]
Nothin you sell, oh, oh…

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Inspectah Deck – Semi Automatic Full Rap Metal Jacket

Featuring U God Street Thug

Yo yo…

Chorus: U God

You can’t hack the tactics
Of a semi automatic full rap fanatic
You can’t hack the tactics
Of a semi automatic full rap fanatic

Verse One: U God

I make mean lean when I pump my spunk
And hands of chump of machine gun funk
I bliss like the fist of the mantis
Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas
With rigormor’, I hit you in the core and
Pop your legs well in the figure four
You can’t stop the force when the blood is coursin
Extortion, I’m comin like the headless horseman
Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune
Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins
Don’t pop glocks at me then cop a plea
A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea
Deep depths makes rappers salted
Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in
Lay down them lines with them hard hits
And I’m harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments
Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds
Underground railroad RZA track lay it down
I’m hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement
Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went
It’s golden bangles, microphone getting strangled
Five-star general, scars you want to angle
Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer
Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin
Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings

Chorus 2X

Verse Two: Inspector Deck

Yo
I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes
MC’s are shot down long range with sniper aim
No question marks, the session starts with sparks

My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts
Universal soldier, MO’s the holder
Globe in both hands, born to be sole controller
Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash
Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph
Best-seller compose a rough draft
Razor Sharp vocabulary cut glass
Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse
You can’t catch my style with bugs and phone taps
Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless
Hard targets, underground like black markets
Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura
Importer of rough raps that’s snuck cross the border
Semi-automatic attack’ll spray y’all
Liquid Sword swingin slay all, I’m AWOL

Chorus 1.5X

Verse Three: Street Thug

Wu-Tang be, killin you softly with this song
You won’t survive the outcome I bring Def Jams to your eardrums
P.L.O. hits the hardest, regardless
Felony offenders catchin murder one charges
Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases
The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators
I strike back like the Jedi, from N.Y.
It’s I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin
I be all you need to rock these mic devices
Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle
I’m not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger
High pursuit for the CREAM like the bodyguard from Bejing
Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene
On your facilities, the penalty, DOA
Bomb shell your burrow like Bombay
Opposites attack that’s why these thieves stay strapped
As we, travel the glove to put Shaolin on the map
I show loyalty, to my fans fully
Operational raps, that bust through your skully
I’m rated second-to-none I be the top gun
From the land of the Slums spittin blades from my tongue
Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper
Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker
Watch me bang the headpiece kid there’s no survival
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the burger
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of

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Inspectah Deck – Rec Room

[Inspectah Deck]
Oh Killah Hill Killah Killa Hill
Killah Hill Killah Killah Hill
Killah Hill Killah Killah Hill
10304 style kid yea
For all my D.M.D. Rec posse niggaz
You out there? Is you out there?

I throw your brain in the cobra clutch behold the hold rush
A dazzlin display if you could get close enough
Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda
Fierce darts that’ll pierce through solid armor
Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna
Spiderman identity Peter Parker
Crowd pleaser register off the meter
Vocal street sweaper bucks shots through the speaker
Pleasure seekers, 50 thou’ in the stands
True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands
Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan
Clansman stabbin the track with both hands
Not a lost soul who falls for fool’s gold
I shine like a diamond in the true state of cold
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
Rap with a road block, I might lose control
Hold the globe in my iron palm
One hand holds the firearm on a mission that’s life long
Strike calm through the fire like Chaka Khan
World wide on the web without the dot com

[Chorus]
Killa Bees live in the place be

Burn third degree on the M-I-C
So deadly goes the catastrophe
And this is the way we crash the party
Say
Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec
Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, Killa Bees swarmin
Protect Ya Neck! What’s the warnin?
So, procede with caution, I walk with my swordsmen
We all in together, Wu-Tang forever gon’ win
>From Puerto Rico ‘cross the caves of Berlin
Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens
It be the Wu-Tang, you came in when
They left the game mentally and physically bent
What I invent, sharp as bardwire fence
I represent, sure to make a grand entrance
With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure
Inspectah, put your rep in the stretcher
Feather weight contenders surrender
T.K.O., first round knockout, vets to big spenders
Journey on the mic like Marco Polo
Internal bleedin occurs to your photo
Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north
It’s bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk
But I hold my ground like it’s high noon
While police tapes surround the mic room
I jump on a live tune, provide the boom
Those who consume become faint from the fumes

[Chorus]

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Inspectah Deck – Nightshift

“Children grow and women produce
And men go work and some go stealin
Everyone’s got to make a livin”

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
Yo yo murderous specialist tactics
In effect y’all in effect y’all
In effect y’all yo yo
Yea it’s all about it’s all about
It’s all about how you live it
It’s all about how you live it
How you live it…

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo a big time slinger named Ty from Bed-stuy
Had all the drug blocks locked on the westside
Nickels and dimes, sellin drugs of all kinds
But never seen on the streets in the day time
When it gets dark and the clock strikes six
If you standin on the block, you gots to face the click
Prepare to be stuck, young buck, you wanna gamble?
Got to pay dues if you plan to scramble
Ty has spots, glocks, knots in the web for throwin away cops
He had a piece named Alice, she was no joke
Quick to wet a nigga who tryin to cut throat
But, yo, Ty was no new Jack, he knew that
He was marked for death cuz niggaz had contracts
He had mad uzis in his crib
He paid 300 g’s in the boondocks in Jersey
And at his lab was the ’98 Lex with the rag
He never drove cuz he moves in cabs
A veteran in art of drug peddlin
No one could stop him or knock him cuz he’s headed in
The direction that gets his click filthy rich
For gettin paid on the night shift

“Everyone’s got to make a livin” (x4)

[Inspectah Deck]
On the shadowy midtown streets, there’s a hooker
Crafty-ass hoe by the name of brown sugar

Large as a blimp, mad miss wearin garments
Like mink coats cuz she cut her pimp’s throat
The ordinary prostitute, she got the Power U
Made niggaz come back, spendin mad loot
Her style’s wild with the blade in her purse
Slice her twice before you feel the first
Sweatin Madison Avenue high-class bars
With plenty of Broadway stars and fly cars
Swingin her back to the labs that they rest at
Hittin her off with stacks for her sex acts
And all types of expensive merchandise
Diamonds, gold, whatever fits the price
Yo, she didn’t need no man, she had the upper hand
Walkin around with grands wrapped in rubber bands
For real, she was colder than blue steel
Millitant bitch with a switch and high heals
Daylight strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight quick
And at night, she’s back on the strip for the night shift

“Everyone’s got to make a livin” (x4)

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, a kid named Keith, he’s a professional car thief
Cops give him props, his pops is the police chief
Model citizen, no jail convictions
Night time, flippin on a stolen car mission
Roll up in parkin lot, find a dark spot
Grab the screwdriver, pop the car lock
One hand pose, layin by the windows
Tryin to get the dough before the chop shop close
No acs, no macks, no Jeeps and cheddars
Benzes, Lexes, 50 grand and better
Tenants organized to stop his ball
But he gots the fall to get paid and make a pocket full
Early AM, he’s at it again
Pop the trunk, snipped the alarm and made his way in
Then make his way out without a doubt
On a route to get hit, with a nice large amount
For the night shift

“Everyone’s got to make a livin” (x4)

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Inspectah Deck – Lovin’ You

Featuring La the Darkman

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
What is love? Love is love
What is love? (Loving you)

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo examinin her hour glass frame
Exotic name passion splashin the fly fashions
On the 2 train words soothin her brain
There’s the cue cross the platform she ’bout to exchange
She wooed slowly in plannin a kiss
And in the same motion bounced off with the switch
Couldn’t let here go, before the train pulled off
She gave me a look that described my thoughts
And I was hypnotized by her ebony eyes
She wised to my scheme, made her temperature rise
Hours later, still zonin off the moment
Happened so fast, it’s over with
And now you’re gone, like the same short time
But stay so heavy on my mind, I’m…

“Loving you”

[La The Darkman]
Yo, I met a bad chick, model actress
Soft as a mattress, said she was catholic

Physically attractive, earth-toned skin
Thick but thin, looked like she just came off an island
Rolled in Porsches, lady was gorgeous
I’m tryin to ram bar down her mental fortress
Loved my name, La song, how’d you like to have my 4th born?
I’m the God, I’ll be your umbrella in a storm
We can smoke, parlay, see a ghetto matinee
Don’t worry about me, young thug, cuz I’ll stay…

“Loving you”

[Inspectah Deck]
Dana was a girl I knew, she was true
Twist L’s with the crew, bust the gat too
Had the stash labbed for when the jake rushed
’nuff head to grab, razors in bags
Lettin me rest my head, wild fugitive
Acceptin all collect calls throughout the bid
Like a big sister, I’ve got major love
She waved my hair, plus hold a gun in the glove
While you girls move like slippery eels
You the diamond in the rough that been keepin it real
That’s why you’re closer to me than most I roll with
Smoked bones, rolled dice and made dough with
And now you’re gone like the same short time
But stay so heavy on my mind, I’m…

“Loving you” (x2)

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Inspectah Deck – Longevity

Featuring U God

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
Uh yea.
In my time I’ve seen a lot of people come and go.
A lot of new faces been to a lot of new places.
Wherever we went we always held it down.
While we conquered new grounds. It’s a universal sound.
The Witty Unpredictable Talent And Natural Game.
Yo…

[Chorus (x2): Inspectah Deck]
Not many last in the game
Wu Tang come through breakin out the same way we came
This is not an act, this is actual facts
Nothin but experience placed upon the tracks

[Inspectah Deck]
We stand perpendicular with no flaws
Breakin all laws, plus jaws, the writin’s on the walls
Heartless, starvin artists, out to get our’s
Regardless, marvelous doctrics, we shot this
Fist of the black lotus, bustin out the steel cage
Iron Mic Duel made the front page
Outlaws, out for your’s, get down on all fours
Rebel with a cause, without a force to the score
Pillagin with ‘donna Cap’s, the personna raps
Hittin like a quarter back, blistered on the track
Fully-auto, cop the mic blow, strike low
High-caliber flow move the crowd, twist your torso
2009, block party, Bobby Digital, pop corks to us
And the God’s we trust, it’s adjust
To the highs that we bring with the lows
And the Mr. Hell speakin out in morse code
Runnin wild like dogs out the kennel through the venue
Simple chemistry, vitamins plus the minerals
Organic vowels, consonants, syllables
Condition critical, ill individual
Paint a picture too vivid for the visual

Material rips through to the gristle

[Chorus (x2)]

[U-God]
Yo, the measures in my music grab you, stuck in my sentence
Got to spit from the bottom less pit, speakin my vengeance
Masked avenger never surrender my heritage
Killah Hill resident, 5’10″ be my measurement
On land we stand under flags as confederates
You think you rule, pitty the fool when the shell drops
Hot bodies scream to the extreme, damn, I’m delicate
We livin irrevant, intelligent, dirty habit
Lake full of fragments, abandon all 10 commandments
Damage is done as the records spins, hatred in my features
Untamed, thus these cold blooded creatures bust
Architect gladiator radiates the power
Erupt with corrupt minds, locked in the tower
The crook’s pressure cooked invasion be destroyed
Self-employed paranoid androids

[Inspectah Deck]
My rhyme cold winds clear streets and slams shutters
Basic Instinct to tear the roof off the mother
Drastic verbal gymnastics, far from the average
Hold the planet like Galactus
Lone Ranger ancester scroll with zone bangers
Never met a force deadly as my own anger
Clutched performer, raised on the blood soaked corners
A real life with real tight feds, they brain on ya
And not many last on the game
Whether it be lies, fly songs or drugs you slang
In the beginnin, it didn’t come fast amongst the gun blast
Strivin, my eyes on lump sums and cash
Cash Rules Everything Around Me, surroundin me with champagne wishes
But I see long distance, a strong vision planted deep within the missle
Mind detect mind and analyze what I sent you

[Chorus (x2)]

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Inspectah Deck – Let Me At Them

YoyoyoyoyoYO! Yo
Is the niggaz ready for this son?
Niggaz ain’t ready for this ock
One two whatcha wanna do (I’m gonna give it to em anyway though man)
Peep the Inspectah Deck (You know they ain’t ready for it)
Lyrical threat
Representing Wu Tang
Slang ninety five
Hittin it live
You know what time it is

Blessed with the art rhymes that’s sharp like a circular saw
Hit the floor like Dorf, who wants the war
Then slide by my, lyrical driveby
Chops rush, making black hearts bust, plus knifes they got
When they rush, built like construction tools
Crushing fools, in twos
Forced dude to blast you out your fuckin shoes
A South swap with the bombs I drop
Plan A to terrorize you can’t stop the plot
Execution of an amateur, who dared to challenge the
Clansman, holding a sword like Excalibur
Truth is my shield, show and prove I reveal
Reality, a coldness the heart can feel
Livin life where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to five
But I survived in these hard times I nearly died
Now I’m wanted by death I did escape
Now it’s thrown on a tape with those who can relate
Still I wrap my face take a space in the staircase
Hits takin place, yo God, watch the Jakes
Out of state court dates, chase me with the warrants
For my insurance, switched names to Michael Lawrence
The Rebel, stomps through the slums I’m from
Coming through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son
So read the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal

Potential witnesses are incapable
Of testifying, I won’t be frying in the chair
Plus the case closed, I won’t be ever shackled, and safe clothes
I make foes, exasperates then, I make friends
Cause today’s friends, show theyselves as snakes in the end
And if you fit the trend then Protect Ya Neck
Shaolin, INS, Killa Hill Projects

No one on this earth, can hold me
No one on this earth, can fool me
No one on this earth, can grip the mic
Like, I, do, nigga

You ever, feel, that you can
Test me, you got to face the Clan and
Never, return to the mic again
There’s no one in the world

Let me at them! I blast off lyrics like a Magnum
Forty-four caliber, bustin mad holes in my challenger
Tongue in your throat is swiss cheese
The wild freestyler, wild like Gene Wilder
Wu-Tang killa bee aimed at your brain
With my stinger, it stun your mind, when I bring ya
Thirty-six chambers of anger, frustration
For waiting, to let loose on the nation
Far from commercial no need for no rehearsal
Hit you from all angles then form a circle
Go against the grain within close range
When I Slam, like Onyx, come get some, that’s a promise
I’ll represent, here’s the evidence
Science of mad murder plates I make sense
My technique of speech is deep, like Leviathan
Hittin up your block with rhymes, like a firing
Shooting for the platinum, then bring it back to
The same place I got the gat from, let me at them!

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