Luyện nghe bài hát Uncontrolled Substance

*eerie blow*
die down as beat drops*

[inspectah
It had to be way
This is for
Nobody said it would be
So let it be (ooh.. oh yeah)

Aiyyo, s.i.n.y., bee hive
Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll the live
love, sweep me in the bug eye, we 'bout to glide
Head fried, the scribe, move in disguise
test i? access denied
I live and die by the let none survive
Livin' off my last cut, hold the sword up
You can that for free before I take your best offer
Stalker, preparin' for your
Torture, test my word as I come orca
Niggaz need supporters, for bein' so weak
I speak as a veteran and 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, this is the
Settin' a new standard, fail measurin' up to
They suck too, in the hustle
Pawns in the struggle, darts fly like c.i.s beyond the
man can't dance the hollywood shuffle
Knees when the killa bees come thru
All you heard was "1, 2", the gun blew
Question is, "from ", numb you
a 100 cc's of morphine and daily
Keep out of of your offsprings

[chorus: shadii of the force
Too hot to handle, too to hold
You pumpin' that substance, that's
2x*

[inspectah
Too cold to hold, -- uncontrolled
5-0 said, "tell it to the judge", I never
fold, know some turn like fake gold
Young and old I look like parole holds
In the where the clips blow, I rip shows
Hit zip code, my sick flow condones
to spread like ebola, the autopsy showed
The reports, jon doe -- overdoser
Overexposure, the flame thrower
I hold you hostage, the name's the iyatollah
Mind controller, 2009 time
The high roller, sting a king cobra
Blow the on kids who unofficial
pops, ceremony deep within the gristle
Nickel and dime, rhymes sign of the
My life line, buckle like a wine, dyin' for mines
The dopeman, still like the postman
Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I
They know I got the teens strung, plus the fiends
In abundance, lined up, 100's
The provides, continuous high
I'll give you one free for 5 sides you buy
high off my own supply, low in the ride
With the low eye, daybreak and makin' rise

[chorus: x2]

[inspectah
My so underground, I write rhymes on fossils
Use as directed and wear goggles
Shaolin's the burough, rap
Blow a holo-point, foes sure to follow
Pop a bottle forever, stop tommorow
all food for thought, hard to swallow
Cold chicago winds, taps on my convo
El cross the verazanno
P.l.o. style, released while the raid
And those who can't stand the heat, they shade
The rapture was of how one man tackled the globe
We go so deep, it rattles your
I see many have come, but few are for the role
In this ritual, walkin' on hot coals
to spot those who pose as friends and foes
Wind up like I was the p-o

[interlude: shadii of the force
or your money back
Gotta keep to comebacks
It's the best you ever had
Got you fiendin' on the bag

repeat 2x]

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