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[Inspectah Deck]
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Yo the bare facts make 'em take Flight like Air Max
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Hyperdermix raps share it and you'll both have tracks
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Dope man supply fire to wax push your wigs back
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Hit ya like a tall cat make ya relapse
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Never before have ya ever heard this level of raw
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My metaphors touch down like the hammer of Thor
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Knee deep into the war sirens and gats roar
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Livin life ragin bull life's the matador
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I soar, above the law, branded illegal
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They still rush my door cuz I'm power to the people
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Sharp as an eagle's claw, certified lethal
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Keanu Reaves can't match the Speed I exceed to
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Crash the party, make 'em jump like KenEvil
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I take cash in advance and blast off on retrieval
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"Check the bangin sounds that I invent, marvelous...
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Check--check, marvelous...
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Check the bangin--the bangin sounds that I invent" -> Ghostface Killah
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Yo, yo
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I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm
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Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison
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For those on the streets, rock ir in your system
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One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin
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Representin all those who ain't got a pot to piss in
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Went from small timer to a top position
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I'm not kiddin, so what? Radio's not mixin
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While shots whistlin, niggas on my block listen
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to the Uncontrolled, mentally hold you P.O.W.
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Comin through, ain't no good, ain't no love for you
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Cameleons play the wrong side of the fence
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Switchin like Clark Kent when the drama commence
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Ladies and gent's, my poetry's beyond intense
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Find me in the trench, while you hold your spot on the bench
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Best invest in me, favored heavenly
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I.N.S., address me, as your excellency
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Successfully defendin my belt with first rounders
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Where close friends get treated the same as out-of-towners
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"Check--check--check--check the bangin sounds that I invent...
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Check--check--check--check--check--check...
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Check the bangin--the bangin--the bangin...
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The bangin sounds--sounds that I invent" -> Ghostface Killah
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Jurrasic insides, I rise above the norm'
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Urban icon, ridin on the eye of the storm
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Veteran form, spaz like memories of 'nam
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Duckin bombs on the rendezvous with Miss Saigon
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Calm assassin, showin my face so they can know
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When on Beatstreet, I paint a picture like Raymo
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On the lay-low, makin dough, aimin to blow
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Got away to go, so I'm just takin it slow
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>From the Shao' borough, throwin the thoroughbred flow
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Echoin in the ghetto, throughout the metro
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'Bout to let it go, give me some room to elbow
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Watch bitches stick to a nigga like velcro
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Yo, the plan is to grap what I can within my reach
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Expand like the crystal white sands that fill the beach
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With my hand on the piece, one eye is on the beast
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Through the rhyme I teach history class and move the mass
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I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm
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Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison
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For those on the streets, rock ir in your system
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One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo*
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I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm
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Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison
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For those on the streets, rock ir in your system
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One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo*
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Hyperdermix
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