Five Deez

Five Deez - Instruments Of The Trade (The World) lyrics

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[Verse 1]

Now, the english might be broken but

My words fixin' to tell you something

The word is love realize the strength of word power

All thats left in your last and final hour

The word is do not disturb

I am with my partner the word

We got some biz to take care of handle that

And so the word is what you are scared of

If you are a sucker emcee

That's my word, word is bond

And all those other corny hip hop phrases

You playin' games with your words

Okay some try to math paces

I match names and match faces

So remember that when you ready put it on whack

I slap it on and cut the word homeboy we rollin' like that

And as a matter of fact



I'm having fun plus the son of my father

Hair like wool skin like bronze or copper

Word fly like bird, plane or helicopter

Also known as a chopper fradulent word operatives

Word author show stopper make it sound proper

Put 'em together words flow like flowin' water

The word sit back and watch or look foolish

Drool and slobber over your word

Intoxicate your state like vodka

On the rocks with scotch

Cos our word is top notch

We're just slaves to this word call time check your watch

It's the shackle



[Verse 2]

Somebody told me I needed to I need to slow that mess I paid for (word)

I told whoever needed the crews jewels a mouth full

You'll feel terribly alone

Fear of chrome plates instates emotionlessness

Are you supposed to be a test?

Drama for crime lords

Never bored I snore

Scored oxygen levels

With fortified apperatus for pure hip hop

Watch me sniff through these whack little kids

Cos the be on us like young chickens hittin' skid

Peace to what I did with every rhyme I wrote

Got lock down status on this

Wheels thats what appeals to young squeals

No skills friendly but can't see the real

No need to debate the fake

You rhyme all your weight

For my work to take

I shake skills over heads like projections

I go through nuclear weapons

And sooner or later I'm the choice for interjection

The worst places I have slept in

I keep secrets like a best friend

Hardcore like a western

Most of all freshman

We high mights and rhyme tight

Schwins make it a ways

Lovely haze for the winds

I am your man for your gravitational spins

A downward spiral to the end

Yo peep the block

We're just slaves to this word call time check your watch
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