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* appeared on promo (radio) of "uncontrolled substance"

{evil
of sword fight}
"words help you" (x4)

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

"words don't you" (x2)

[chorus: deck]
sound-sound like they real top guns
But this a sound, it's a champion
the mic in every session
Reign 1, no competition

[inspectah
Just when you thought it was
To make a name for yourself, the delf
You get stripped for your belt, run garments
Feather-weights don't what you involve in
Revolvin in fantasy, ya dilute the
My hip hop as an uncontrolled substance
Rough the beginnin, whispered in my blood
Since my child days, blazed, workin on entery
50 metal jackets are found, no sign of
The iyatollah, kenny in the game of high rollers
Side-kick, lucky the dice thrower
Amputate tracks, back the mic holder
Godlen ax blade down, the mic's over
Takin flight in the rover, street soldier
cover mission, rap spies be my folder
I.n.s. a.k.a. j. hunter, vocal
Known to choke-hold the drummer
Hunter tour for the summer
The dog, wu forever roar through your 4 runner
My all-star team put up numbers
Small wonder, get your welcome mats snatched up from
Your cold feet, jacked your feat and mad a whole mil'
No frills no skills and bounded to steal
This is real, wu 2 spark you
Reality with teeth marks like a shark do
Niggaz dick-ride by the carpool, gods
If I could own rocks, got me at the bar stool
Me and my girl boost the underworld, duckin
trace the blood of my swords, double-edged

"words don't you" (x4)

sampled girl]
you sell, oh, oh...