[Inspectah Deck] Yo I got sight beyond sight like the sword of Omen Beats are left broken by the wise words spoken Survive livin driven by blood money hunger Snakes lay waitin impatiently to steal your thunder We stay sharp state of the art tear the stage apart Razor Sharp poison darts raid the charts Through the underground, some are found changin bounds The gun sparks like the bloodhound and hunts ya down The hood life, I'm in it to the limit Wouldn't quit it for a digit, die for it cuz I live it Before I let go, have correct dough I Bust my shit off, I'm out to blow the lid off, alert the metro I glow like a lazer lights show, your eyes squint Vibrant, true colors, I move swift and silent Livin by the day, hearts are cold like winter nights Got a hot 10 on the dice in this game of life A-alikes in tune, immune to snake bites Roll like the blue coats with no lights, late night Smooth criminal, born original on a lyrical high Perform miracles before your 3rd eye Sir I light up the round table Lockin the king's crown, able to hold it down stable Fatal tech 9's could make mines deadly duties Fatal beauties seduce me, used by a hootie and the blowfish groupie Unruley, fists of fury fly loosely Cash still rules, ain't nothin new, tuck your jewellry
"Words don't help you" (x2)
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Some sound-sound like they real top guns But this a true sound, it's a champion Rock the mic in every session Reign number 1, no competition
[Inspectah Deck] Just when you thought it was safe To make a name for yourself, the blows delf You get stripped for your belt, run your garments Feather-weights don't know what you involve in Revolvin in fantasy, ya dilute the solvin My hip hop quoted as an Uncontrolled Substance Rough from the beginnin, whispered in my blood Since my child days, blazed, workin on entery level 50 metal jackets are found, no sign of Rebel The Iyatollah, Kenny Rogers in the game of high rollers Side-kick, Lucky Hands the dice thrower Amputate tracks, blow back the mic holder Godlen ax blade come down, the mic's over Takin flight in the Rover, nobel street soldier Deep cover mission, rap spies be my folder I.N.S. a.k.a. J. Hunter, vocal gunner Known to choke-hold the funky drummer Hunter city tour for the summer The last dog, Wu Forever roar through your 4 runner My all-star team put up Jordan-like numbers Small wonder, get your welcome mats snatched up from under Your cold feet, jacked your whole feat and mad a whole mil' No frills with no skills and bounded to steal This is real, Wu part 2 spark you Reality bites with teeth marks like a shark do Niggaz dick-ride by the carpool, Gods rule If I could own rocks, got me toxy at the bar stool Me and my girl boost the underworld, duckin feds Can't trace the blood of my swords, double-edged
[Chorus]
"Words don't help you" (x4)
[Outro: sampled girl] Nothin you sell, oh, oh...
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