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Inspectah Deck]

It had to be this way

This is for real

Nobody said it would be easy

So let it be (ooh.. oh yeah)

Aiyyo, S.I.N.Y., Killa Bee hive

Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll wit' the live

Sweet Love, sweep me in the bug eye, we 'bout to glide

Head fried, spittin' the scribe, move in disguise

Wan' test I? Access denied

I live and die by the motto: let none survive

Livin' off my last cut, can't hold the sword up

You can have that for free before I take your best offer

Stalker, preparin' for your sianora

Torture, test my word as I come like orca

Niggaz need life supporters, for bein' so weak

I speak as a veteran and lace the heads I've creased

and live my footprints wherever I've blessed my presence

I.N.S., livin' legend 'til the essence

Givin' with no prescription, this is the medicine

Settin' a new standard, they fail measurin' up to

They suck too, thorns in the hustle

Pawns in the struggle, darts fly like C.I.s beyond the jungle

Trouble Man can't dance the Hollywood Shuffle

Knees buckle when the Killa Bees come thru

All you heard was "1, 2", then the gun blew

Question is, "From who?", numb you

like a 100 CC's of morphine and daily

Keep out of reach of your offsprings

[Chorus: Shadii of The Force MD's]

Too hot to handle, too cold to hold

You pumpin' that Substance, that's Uncontrolled

*repeat 2x*

[Inspectah Deck]

Too cold to hold, Substance -- Uncontrolled

5-0 said, "Tell it to the judge", I never told

Never fold, know some turn like fake gold

Young and old I look down like parole holds

In the midst where the clips blow, I rip shows

Hit your zip code, my sick flow condones

Soon to spread like Ebola, the autopsy showed

the reports, another Jon Doe -- overdoser

Overexposure, facin' the flame thrower

I hold you hostage, the code name's the Iyatollah

Mind controller, 2009 time quota

The high roller, sting like a King Cobra

Blow the whistle on kids who unofficial

Pistol pops, ceremony deep within the gristle

Nickel and dime, rhymes sign of the times

My life line, buckle like a fine wine, dyin' for mines

The dopeman, still livin' like the postman

Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I run?

They know I got the teens strung, plus the fiends come

in abundance, lined up, spendin' 100's

The Substance provides, continuous high

I'll give you one free for every 5 sides you buy

Gettin' high off my own supply, low in the ride

with the low eye, daybreak and makin' dough rise

[Chorus: repeat x2]

[Inspectah Deck]

My style's so underground, I write rhymes on fossils

Use as directed and wear protective goggles

Shaolin's the burough, rap Picasso

Blow like a holo-point, foes sure to follow

Pop a bottle forever, can't stop tommorow

Chewin' all food for thought, hard to swallow

Cold like Chicago winds, taps on my convo

El Diablo cross the Verazanno

P.L.O. Style, released while the beasts raid

and those who can't stand the heat, they seek shade

The rapture was told of how one man tackled the globe

We go so deep, it rattles your soul

I see many have come, but few are chose for the role

in this ritual, rhymes walkin' on hot coals

Quick to spot those who pose as friends and foes

Wind up violated like I was the P-O

[Interlude: Shadii of The Force MD's]

Satisfaction or your money back

Gotta keep to makin' comebacks

It's the best that you ever had

Got you fiendin' on the next bag

[Chorus: repeat 2x]



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