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