Inspectah Deck Lyrics(Uncontrolled Substance)

Word on the Street
[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Smooth getaway, yeah One time on my ass (getaway) 'Bout to make this hundred yard dash... with the cash [Inspectah Deck] I'm fleein the crime scene on the major decon Power steerin, lost the handle in the Jeep spin Deep in the seat, high persuit by the precinct My co-defendant turned stake and let the beast in They rush my old Earth lab, grabbed 50 g's cash in the stash and let the glock splash Sun dash down the fire escape past the weed gate the weed gate, thought it was a sting, popped the tre' 8 Jakes givin chase, now the dread's my 'space I was creepin down the staircase, we met face to face In the lobby, cold stares, show no fear We out for now, but next time we might go there Cuz po's here, must've turned down the walkie talkie I thought I heard one tell the other that he caught me Damn, they got my man, he knows shit Bitch nigga that I rolled with told shit I layed low, 007 'til I get dark He told where my wiz lives and where the whip's parked Got my address off the license plate That eliminates, headin to my next restin place Uncertain, my wiz peaked from behind the curtain It seen the high beam from the chicky lurkin The high speed chase, got my swervin I needed a diversion, crashed in the side of a suburban In the mirror, I'm starin at the eyes of the lord Couldn't jump out, fucked up the driver side door Called China, meet me in a half with the pathfinder No time to talk, I'll fill you in when I find ya Stopped at a neighborhood diner, brought me some attire And swore to hold me down under fire (echo) [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] The word on the street, they can't trace my rap sheets Still I creap swift, tryin to slip all heat The word on the street, this thing's way beyond deep Promise me you'll keep ya mouth close and don't leak The word on the street, the evidence's concrete My cold thief mysteriously got set free The word on the street, the photograph let the beast splash through the projects, the last you weap [Inspectah Deck] You bein watched like you new on the block from roof tops Get your moves on these hot shots, pop, music stops Party's over, bold soldier move for his holster Shot the lights out, struck the bouncer in his shoulder hard times for po-9, can't control the mass' sweep for move backstage, we sling V.I.P. passes Jakes sprayin mace, riots takin place When the Clan show they face, the fans show they place Get your blunt rolled, fuck the 5-0, they want it dun' know Bitches get tripped over, niggaz wildin the front row Fire marshall catch a beat down, tryin to cut my sound Radio dispatcher, back-up, bustin rounds without intermission from a crowd's position Bullets ricochet off the strobe-lights, strikin Christians My nigga slipped in, 'nuff ammunition to bust back, fuck that, them out-of-town cats gon' take the rap It's war on the dance floor, quarter to 4 Before we peeled off, they tried to seal off the back door Gats for the beast, high persuit down the side streets Shot up my getaway Jeep, crashed the front glass Flew the head rest off the passenger seat I grabbed the heat, catched in the wif in and escaped on feet While the locals interrogated for names and photos work for 5-0, swappin info for dough [Chorus]

Elevation

[Intro: Inspectah Deck (whispering)] Elevation (x15) [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Tired of trials and tribulations It seems like life is Hell, dreams the only way of escapin to worlds that's beyond imagination I know a place, I could take you there through elevation [Inspectah Deck] Where I come from young ones pump jums for lump sums Bustin guns, trust none, become son Truth spells broke loose shells that propel Where I'm dwellin, niggaz bail, tellin what you sellin My nigga Tone just came home but improvised The system tried to give him 5 more for gettin high Fly Stacy, daddy's little lady fucks crazily Wavy after baby, lost the shape fancy lately Used to spend the quiet nights home, now she likes to roam Feelin quite grown, caught in like cyclones I was taught be the wise of glide and I'll impass to advance, learn the science of life and earn the masters Trapped in the havoc, I'm forced to go the whole Although, it might spell a jail cell and no parole I fight with the force of Steve Austin Until my arms can no longer hold off the coffin In this ghetto Heaven, God bless the children Whose shattered dreams are offered and hard to mend We don't believe in Heaven, we livin in Hell Tryin to escaped, but fate's sealed in the bomb shell Feelin like U'ey, he knew they would pnat the plot When high-tech surveillance got my moves on watch So, I drop jewels, use the music to educate Can't celebrate 'til we elevate [Chorus]

Grand Prix

[Inspectah Deck] Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the lyrical grand prix We have our drivers racin for a $3,000,000 purse Winner takes all, gentlemen start your engines... Give me room, hit the tune Feature presentation comin soon, early June Killa Bee platoon, well groomed Spells doom, raise the volume You react like a werewolf in a full moon With the force of a trojan horse Pushin, flowin, have your seatbelt fastened We blastin into orbit, Wu restore the new chamber Wu-banger number 9, expert precision and design Mastermind the plan took a matter of time >From the confinds of the cold world I shine It's amazin, the grace, changin in the place Blazin the brakes, invadin your space Which remains in the race, claimin first place Raisin the stakes, it's a game to disgrace I hold many jewels, drop more than I wear I come in peace, prepare for the warfare The invincible fold, when they're caught in the square and the talk mad shit when the coast is clear Yes, ladies and gentlemen We've just completed the first lap [Street Life] Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build with rap scholars Guns and wallets, prowess, Staten Island stylist 12 men roster, live long, prosper Street philosopher, you end up like Jimmy Hoffa Ain't a damn thing changed but the aim, bullet range Strange universe, I was nursed to blow your mainframe Think first, convert, all verse live in concert Pull a skirt, burst, while y'all niggaz star search Mind your's, why you eyein mines for Posin like a Matten dog, I must got somethin you wanna die for Touch mine, reach him up, his headline, both grant 9 inch rusty splint push through your nose is vent Got my eyes on the grand prize, place your bet Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an upset Hold the burner close by my hands and my pocket Hold the trophy high and keep my eyes on the prophet [Inspectah Deck] And a new driver has entered the contest Ladies and gentlemen, driver number 99 In the red car... [U-God] Fog lights beam, car 99 supreme A high-powered machine spits sparks of baroline The smell of gasoline, motor roar, the crowd roars The rag tuck rip, box cut caught in my jaws Enforcin my laws, rap mirage in my garage The grease lightnin, dusty rose, shake him, bon voyage Now duel of the iron, flyin fued for you writers The speed demon, rebel talk, triggers, freedom fighters Was tracked in the cock pit, I'm writin exact I'm crushin corners, who that kid ridin the track with the Wu helmet, 6th nigga, 5 cars track The last but not least, I bliss through the scrimmage No brakes, I dart, I'm racin for the finish Understand my hunger for my land down under It's the thunderous rush, after the sounds get crush The purse snatchin pound, by all means snatch cream tear your ass out of town [Inspectah Deck] As we near the final lap Team Wu-Tang seems to be buildin a sizeable lead on the competition Yo, I know how to fold 'em like Kenny Rogers Popular demand, overstand these pirahnas Movin on the track like a Monaco GT I stand out similar to 3D on your TV Easily breezin watchin the speed dial climb Style of rhyme, left the foes miles behind Leavin skid marks on the charts Aimed at the hearts of the fake, sparked on the tapes It's starts from the gate, darts penetrate Freestyle as the decoy to sharpen the bait Holdin major weight, my Supreme Team dominates Circulatin, takin all bets you plates In and out of state, twirlin L's on the freeway NY to SC, NC to VA, GA to MD, CA to KY FL to IL, TX to MI As we near the checkered flake, ladies and gentlemen Team Wu-Tang's holdin down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions And it looks like it's goin to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang As they take home another pot of gold with this $3,000,000 purse Rebel INS, U-God, Street Life Get the loot, get the loot Cash money y'all, cash money y'all, cash money y'all

Hyperdermix

[Inspectah Deck] Yo, the bare facts make 'em take Flight like Air Max Hyperdermix raps, share it and you'll both have tracks Dope man supply fire to wax, push your wigs back Hit ya like a tall cat, make ya relapse Never before have ya ever heard this level of raw My metaphors touch down like the hammer of Thor Knee deep into the war, sirens and gats roar Livin life, ragin bull, life's the matador I soar, above the law, branded illegal They still rush my door cuz I'm power to the people Sharp as an eagle's claw, certified lethal Keanu Reaves can't match the Speed I exceed to Crash the party, make 'em jump like KenEvil I take cash in advance and blast off on retrieval "Check the bangin sounds that I invent, marvelous... Check--check, marvelous... Check the bangin--the bangin sounds that I invent" -> Ghostface Killah [Inspectah Deck] Yo, yo I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison For those on the streets, rock ir in your system One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin Representin all those who ain't got a pot to piss in Went from small timer to a top position I'm not kiddin, so what? Radio's not mixin While shots whistlin, niggas on my block listen to the Uncontrolled, mentally hold you P.O.W. Comin through, ain't no good, ain't no love for you Cameleons play the wrong side of the fence Switchin like Clark Kent when the drama commence Ladies and gent's, my poetry's beyond intense Find me in the trench, while you hold your spot on the bench Best invest in me, favored heavenly I.N.S., address me, as your excellency Successfully defendin my belt with first rounders Where close friends get treated the same as out-of-towners "Check--check--check--check the bangin sounds that I invent... Check--check--check--check--check--check... Check the bangin--the bangin--the bangin... The bangin sounds--sounds that I invent" -> Ghostface Killah [Inspectah Deck] Jurrasic insides, I rise above the norm' Urban icon, ridin on the eye of the storm Veteran form, spaz like memories of 'nam Duckin bombs on the rendezvous with Miss Saigon Calm assassin, showin my face so they can know When on Beatstreet, I paint a picture like Raymo On the lay-low, makin dough, aimin to blow Got away to go, so I'm just takin it slow >From the Shao' borough, throwin the thoroughbred flow Echoin in the ghetto, throughout the metro 'Bout to let it go, give me some room to elbow Watch bitches stick to a nigga like velcro Yo, the plan is to grap what I can within my reach Expand like the crystal white sands that fill the beach With my hand on the piece, one eye is on the beast Through the rhyme I teach history class and move the mass .. I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison For those on the streets, rock ir in your system One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo* I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison For those on the streets, rock ir in your system One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo*

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