- Uncontrolled Substance 歌詞 Shadii Inspectah Deck
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- Inspectah Deck Uncontrolled Substance 歌詞
- Shadii Inspectah Deck
- *eerie winds blow*
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, cant hold the sword up
You can have that for free before I take your best offer
Stalker, preparin for your sayonara
Torture, test my waters I come like orca
N1ggas need life supporters, for bein so weak
I speak as a veteran and lace the heads Ive creased
And leave my footprints wherever Ive blessed my presence
I.N.S., livin legend til the essence
Given 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 cant 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 CCs of ********, taken daily
Keep out of reach of your offsprings
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
You pumpin that substance, thats uncontrolled
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
You pumpin that substance, thats uncontrolled
Too cold to hold, substance uncontrolled
Five-O said, 'Tell it to the judge'; I never told
Never fold, though some turn like fake gold
Young and old I lock 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 John Doe — overdoser
Overexposure, facin the flame thrower
I hold ya hostage — code names the Ayatollah
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 lifeline, bubble like a fine wine, dyin for mines
The ****man, deliver 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 100s
The substance provides, continuous high
Ill 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
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
You pumpin that substance, thats uncontrolled
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
You pumpin that substance, thats uncontrolled
My styles so underground, I write rhymes on fossils
Use as directed and wear protective goggles
Shaolins the borough, rap Picasso
Blow like a hollow-point, foes sure to follow
Pop a bottle forever, cant stop tomorow
Chewin all food for thought, hard to swallow
Cold like Chicago winds, taps on my convo
El Diablo cross the Verrazano
P.L.O. Style, released while the beasts raid
And those who cant 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
Satisfaction or your money back
Gotta keep to makin comebacks
Its the best that you ever had
Got you fiendin on the next bag
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
You pumpin that substance, thats uncontrolled
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
You pumpin that substance, thats uncontrolled
Uncontrolled...
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