Luyện nghe bài hát Uncontrolled Substance

*eerie blow*
*winds die down as beat

[inspectah
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., bee hive
Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll wit' the
Sweet love, me in the bug eye, we 'bout to glide
Head fried, spittin' the scribe, move in
Wan' i? access denied
I and die by the motto: let none survive
off my last cut, can't hold the sword up
You can that for free before I take your best offer
Stalker, preparin' for sianora
Torture, my word as I come like orca
Niggaz need life supporters, for so weak
I as a veteran and lace the heads I've creased
And live my wherever I've blessed my presence
I.n.s., livin' 'til the essence
with no prescription, this is the medicine
Settin' a new standard, they fail up to
They too, thorns in the hustle
Pawns in the struggle, darts fly like c.i.s the jungle
Trouble man can't dance the shuffle
Knees buckle when the killa come thru
All you heard was "1, 2", the gun blew
is, "from who? ", numb you
Like a 100 cc's of and daily
Keep out of of your offsprings

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

[inspectah
Too cold to hold, substance --
5-0 said, "tell it to the judge", I told
Never fold, some turn like fake gold
Young and old I down like parole holds
In the midst the clips blow, I rip shows
Hit your zip code, my sick flow
Soon to like ebola, the autopsy showed
The reports, another jon doe --
Overexposure, facin' the flame
I hold you hostage, the code the iyatollah
Mind controller, time quota
The roller, sting like a king cobra
the whistle on kids who unofficial
Pistol pops, ceremony deep the gristle
and dime, rhymes sign of the times
My line, buckle like a fine wine, dyin' for mines
The dopeman, still livin' the postman
Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I
They know I got the teens strung, the fiends come
In abundance, up, spendin' 100's
The substance provides, high
I'll give you one free for 5 sides you buy
Gettin' high off my own supply, low in the
the low eye, daybreak and makin' dough rise

[chorus: x2]

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

[interlude: shadii of the md's]
Satisfaction or money back
Gotta to makin' comebacks
It's the that you ever had
Got you on the next bag

[chorus: 2x]

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