*eerie blow* *winds die down as beat
[inspectah It had to be way This is for Nobody it would be easy So let it be (ooh.. oh yeah)
Aiyyo, s.i.n.y., bee hive Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll the live Sweet love, sweep me in the bug eye, we 'bout to Head fried, the scribe, move in disguise Wan' test i? denied I live and die by the let none survive Livin' off my last cut, hold the sword up You can have that for free before I take best offer Stalker, preparin' for sianora Torture, my word as I come like orca Niggaz need supporters, for bein' so weak I speak as a and lace the heads I've creased And my footprints wherever I've blessed my presence I.n.s., livin' legend 'til the Givin' with no prescription, is the medicine Settin' a new standard, fail measurin' up to suck too, thorns in the hustle Pawns in the struggle, darts fly like c.i.s the jungle Trouble man can't the hollywood shuffle buckle when the killa bees come thru All you was "1, 2", then the gun blew is, "from who? ", numb you Like a 100 of morphine and daily Keep out of reach of offsprings
shadii of the force md's] Too hot to handle, too to hold You pumpin' that substance, uncontrolled 2x*
[inspectah Too cold to hold, -- uncontrolled 5-0 said, "tell it to the judge", I never Never fold, know some turn like fake Young and old I look down like parole In the midst where the clips blow, I rip Hit your zip code, my sick condones Soon to spread ebola, the autopsy showed The reports, another jon doe -- Overexposure, facin' the flame I hold you hostage, the code the iyatollah Mind controller, 2009 quota The high roller, sting a king cobra Blow the whistle on who unofficial Pistol pops, ceremony within the gristle and dime, rhymes sign of the times My life line, like a fine wine, dyin' for mines The dopeman, livin' like the postman man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I run? They know I got the teens strung, plus the come In abundance, lined up, spendin' The substance provides, continuous I'll you one free for every 5 sides you buy high off my own supply, low in the ride With the low eye, daybreak and makin' dough
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[inspectah My style's so underground, I rhymes on fossils Use as directed and wear protective the burough, rap picasso Blow like a holo-point, foes sure to Pop a bottle forever, stop tommorow Chewin' all food for thought, hard to Cold like chicago winds, on my convo El diablo the verazanno P.l.o. style, released while the raid And those who stand the heat, they seek shade The rapture was told of how one man the globe We go so deep, it rattles soul I see many come, but few are chose for the role In this ritual, walkin' on hot coals Quick to those who pose as friends and foes Wind up violated I was the p-o
[interlude: of the force md's] Satisfaction or your money Gotta to makin' comebacks It's the best that you had Got you on the next bag
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Uncontrolled...