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*eerie blow*
*winds die as beat drops*

deck]
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., killa bee
Eastside, duckin' the 5, wit' the live
Sweet love, sweep me in the bug eye, we to glide
fried, spittin' the scribe, move in disguise
Wan' test i? denied
I live and die by the motto: let survive
Livin' off my last cut, can't the sword up
You can have that for free before I your best offer
Stalker, for your sianora
Torture, my word as I come like orca
Niggaz need life supporters, for so weak
I speak as a veteran and lace the heads creased
And live my wherever 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 too, thorns in the hustle
Pawns in the struggle, darts fly like c.i.s the jungle
Trouble man can't dance the hollywood
buckle when the killa bees come thru
All you heard was "1, 2", the gun blew
Question is, "from who? ", you
Like a 100 cc's of morphine and
Keep out of reach of offsprings

shadii of the force md's]
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 told
Never fold, some turn like fake gold
Young and old I look down like parole
In the where the clips blow, I rip shows
Hit your zip code, my sick flow
Soon to spread like ebola, the showed
The reports, jon doe -- overdoser
Overexposure, facin' the thrower
I hold you hostage, the code name's the
controller, 2009 time quota
The high roller, sting like a king
Blow the on kids who unofficial
Pistol pops, deep within the gristle
Nickel and dime, rhymes of the times
My line, buckle like a fine wine, dyin' for mines
The dopeman, livin' like the postman
Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I
They know I got the teens strung, plus the come
In abundance, lined up, 100's
The provides, continuous high
I'll give you one free for every 5 you buy
Gettin' off my own supply, low in the ride
With the low eye, and makin' dough rise

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

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

repeat 2x]

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