*eerie blow* *winds die as beat drops*
deck] It had to be way This is for Nobody said it be easy So let it be (ooh.. oh yeah)
Aiyyo, s.i.n.y., killa bee Eastside, duckin' the 5, wit' the live Sweet love, sweep me in the bug eye, we to glide Head fried, spittin' the scribe, in disguise test i? access denied I and die by the motto: let none survive Livin' off my last cut, hold the sword up You can have that for free before I take your best Stalker, preparin' for your Torture, test my word as I like orca Niggaz life supporters, for bein' so weak I as a veteran and lace the heads I've creased And live my footprints I've blessed my presence I.n.s., legend 'til the essence Givin' with no prescription, is the medicine Settin' a new standard, they measurin' up to They suck too, in the hustle Pawns in the struggle, darts fly like c.i.s beyond the Trouble man dance the hollywood shuffle Knees buckle when the killa bees thru All you heard was "1, 2", then the gun Question is, "from who? ", you Like a 100 cc's of morphine and Keep out of reach of your
shadii of the force md's] Too hot to handle, too to hold You that substance, that's uncontrolled 2x*
[inspectah Too cold to hold, -- uncontrolled 5-0 said, "tell it to the judge", I told fold, know some turn like fake gold Young and old I look down parole holds In the midst the clips blow, I rip shows Hit your zip code, my flow condones Soon to like ebola, the autopsy showed The reports, jon doe -- overdoser Overexposure, facin' the flame I you hostage, the code name's the iyatollah controller, 2009 time quota The high roller, sting like a cobra Blow the on kids who unofficial Pistol pops, ceremony within the gristle Nickel and dime, rhymes of the times My life line, buckle a fine wine, dyin' for mines The dopeman, still livin' like the man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I run? They I got the teens strung, plus the fiends come In abundance, lined up, 100's The substance provides, continuous I'll give you one for every 5 sides you buy high off my own supply, low in the ride With the low eye, and makin' dough rise
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[inspectah My style's so underground, I write on fossils Use as and wear protective goggles Shaolin's the burough, rap Blow like a holo-point, foes to follow Pop a forever, can't stop tommorow Chewin' all food for thought, hard to Cold like chicago winds, on my convo El cross the verazanno P.l.o. style, released while the beasts And those who can't the heat, they seek shade The rapture was told of how one man tackled the We go so deep, it your soul I see have come, but few are chose for the role In this ritual, walkin' on hot coals Quick to spot those who as friends and foes Wind up like I was the p-o
[interlude: of the force md's] or your money back Gotta keep to comebacks It's the best that you had Got you fiendin' on the bag
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Uncontrolled...