* sounds of sword fight *
 "Words don't help you" (x4)
 [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