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

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

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

"words don't you" (x2)

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

deck]
Just when you it was safe
To make a for yourself, the blows delf
You get stripped for your belt, run garments
Feather-weights don't know you involve in
Revolvin in fantasy, ya dilute the
My hip hop quoted as an uncontrolled
from the beginnin, whispered in my blood
Since my days, blazed, workin on entery level
50 jackets are found, no sign of rebel
The iyatollah, kenny rogers in the game of high
Side-kick, lucky hands the dice
Amputate tracks, back the mic holder
Godlen ax come down, the mic's over
Takin in the rover, nobel street soldier
Deep cover mission, rap spies be my
I.n.s. a.k.a. j. hunter, gunner
Known to choke-hold the drummer
Hunter city for the summer
The dog, wu forever roar through your 4 runner
My team put up jordan-like numbers
Small wonder, get your welcome mats up from under
Your cold feet, jacked whole feat and mad a whole mil'
No with no skills and bounded to steal
This is real, wu part 2 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 the underworld, duckin feds
trace the blood of my swords, double-edged

"words don't you" (x4)

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