Inspectah Deck

Inspectah Deck - Uncontrolled Substance lyrics

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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, can't hold the sword up
 You can have that for free before I take your best offer
 Stalker, preparin' for your sianora
 Torture, test my word as I come like orca
 Niggaz need life supporters, for bein' so weak
 I speak as a veteran and lace the heads I've creased
 and live my footprints wherever I've blessed my presence
 I.N.S., livin' legend 'til the essence
 Givin' 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 can't 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 CC's of morphine and daily
 Keep out of reach of your offsprings

 [Chorus: Shadii of The Force MD's]
 Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
 You pumpin' that Substance, that's Uncontrolled
 *repeat 2x*

 [Inspectah Deck]
 Too cold to hold, Substance -- Uncontrolled
 5-0 said, "Tell it to the judge", I never told
 Never fold, know some turn like fake gold
 Young and old I look 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 Jon Doe -- overdoser
 Overexposure, facin' the flame thrower
 I hold you hostage, the code name's the Iyatollah
 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 life line, buckle like a fine wine, dyin' for mines
 The dopeman, still livin' 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' 100's
 The Substance provides, continuous high
 I'll 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

 [Chorus: repeat x2]

 [Inspectah Deck]
 My style's so underground, I write rhymes on fossils
 Use as directed and wear protective goggles
 Shaolin's the burough, rap Picasso
 Blow like a holo-point, foes sure to follow
 Pop a bottle forever, can't stop tommorow
 Chewin' all food for thought, hard to swallow
 Cold like Chicago winds, taps on my convo
 El Diablo cross the Verazanno
 P.L.O. Style, released while the beasts raid
 and those who can't 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

 [Interlude: Shadii of The Force MD's]
 Satisfaction or your money back
 Gotta keep to makin' comebacks
 It's the best that you ever had
 Got you fiendin' on the next bag

 [Chorus: repeat 2x]

 Uncontrolled
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Loud Records, LLC

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Uncontrolled Substance (1999)

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