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

laughter}
{sounds of fight}
"words don't you" (x4)

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

"words don't you" (x2)

[chorus: deck]
Some sound-sound like they real top
But this a true sound, it's a
Rock the mic in every
number 1, no competition

[inspectah
Just when you it was safe
To make a for yourself, the blows delf
You get stripped for belt, run your 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, on entery level
50 jackets are found, no sign of rebel
The iyatollah, rogers in the game of high rollers
Side-kick, lucky the dice thrower
Amputate tracks, blow back the mic
Godlen ax blade come down, the mic's
flight in the rover, nobel street soldier
Deep mission, rap spies be my folder
I.n.s. a.k.a. j. hunter, gunner
Known to the funky drummer
city tour for the summer
The last dog, wu forever through your 4 runner
My all-star team put up numbers
Small wonder, get your welcome snatched up from under
Your cold feet, jacked your whole feat and mad a mil'
No frills with no and bounded to steal
is real, wu part 2 spark you
Reality bites with teeth marks like a do
Niggaz by the carpool, gods rule
If I own rocks, got me toxy at the bar stool
Me and my girl the underworld, duckin feds
Can't trace the blood of my swords,

"words help you" (x4)

[outro: girl]
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