[Intro: (sample) Inspectah Deck]

(Everything's black, black is death

I knew there was something wrong when I saw that light

Am I... Am I going blind? Tell me, am I going blind?)

House Gang, Urban Icon

Your big brother Deck in ya face

A/K/A the General Maximus

A/K/A Radar, A/K/A Excalibur

Sword Bearer, RZA, what up?



[Inspectah Deck:]

I keep a blunt lit, holding my nuts, dark Caesar cut

Throw some dough on the wood, things can be discussed

I stay thirsty, grind and play Dirty

Worthy like James, with Nikes and game jerseys

Third degree penmenship, flow is effortless

Make the mass congengrate, like they methodists

Specialists, I'm ya draft pick, catch ya flicks

Heads get right off of this, it's that shit

Killa Hill madness, we at it

Fantastic like the Four, it's automatic

Off with the hinges, when it come down to legal tenders

It's business, we get in ya blood with no syringes

Certified live, provide the dope side

Both coasts slide, my vibe is so fly

Sick kid, see me get big with six fig's

I flip wigs, let it be known, the kid lives



[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

Here's a little story, that I got's to tell

About the R to the E, to the B-E-L

Dipped off the scene, niggaz throught he fell

But now I'm back making heads spin like Sprewells



[Inspectah Deck:]

With the, eye of the tiger, like Stallone

I hit the microphone, my life can't be cloned by Spike Jonze

While y'all busy Being John Malchovich, ain't even bout it

Come out the house and see the streets, coward

With a fainted heart, make easy pray for the sharks

And bravehearts, bang hard, and aim sharp

On every block, something sold, is something cold

At ya back, so nothing's told after the fact

Yeah, I dwell where they bring the hell, kings'll fell

I try to leave the light, still my name ring bells

And I'mma be here for a minute, all in it

From the scrimmage, I was born with it, come on, get it

If you want it bad, we got automat's for ya fags

Take ya manhood, along with all you have

It's the Undadogz, hunger, dog, we run the yard

Dance with the wolves, and that's the fun part

I get my weight up, benchin' the world

Me, my man and my girl, thorough in my sec', reppin' my borough

Head shots of Henny, plenty broads in they cut offs

Send 'em on a date with your boss, when ya nut off, you done off

Blood lost, is more than a game, torture and pain

It's all for the fortune and fame, I said

Blood lost, is more than a game, torture and pain

It's all for the fortune and fame



[Chorus x2]