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* appeared on promo (radio) copies of uncontrolled substance{evil laughter}{sounds of sword fight}Words don't help you (x4)[inspectah deck]Yo, I got sight beyond sight like the sword of omenBeats are left broken by the wise words spokenSurvive livin, driven by blood money hungerSnakes lay, waitin impatiently to steal your thunderWe stay sharp, state-of-the-art, tear the stage apartRazor sharp poison darts raid the chartsThrough the underground, some are found changin boundsThe gun sparks like the bloodhound and hunts ya downThe hood life, I'm in it to the limitWouldn't quit it for a digit, die for it cuz I live itBefore I let go, have correct doughI bust my shit off, I'm out to blow the lid off, alert the metroI glow like a lazer lights show, your eyes squintVibrant, true colors, I move swift and silentLivin by the day, hearts are cold like winter nightsGot a hot 10 on the dice in this game of lifeA-alikes in tune, immune to snake bitesRoll like the blue coats with no lights, late nightSmooth criminal, born original on a lyrical highPerform miracles before your 3rd eyeSir I light up the round tableLockin the king's crown, able to hold it down stableFatal tech 9's could make mines deadly dutiesFatal beauties seduce me, used by a hootie and the blowfish groupieUnruley, fists of fury fly looselyCash still rules, ain't nothin new, tuck your jewellryWords don't help you (x2)[chorus: inspectah deck]Some sound-sound like they real top gunsBut this a true sound, it's a championRock the mic in every sessionReign number 1, no competition[inspectah deck]Just when you thought it was safeTo make a name for yourself, the blows delfYou get stripped for your belt, run your garmentsFeather-weights don't know what you involve inRevolvin in fantasy, ya dilute the solvinMy hip hop quoted as an uncontrolled substanceRough from the beginnin, whispered in my bloodSince my child days, blazed, workin on entery level50 metal jackets are found, no sign of rebelThe iyatollah, kenny rogers in the game of high rollersSide-kick, lucky hands the dice throwerAmputate tracks, blow back the mic holderGodlen ax blade come down, the mic's overTakin flight in the rover, nobel street soldierDeep cover mission, rap spies be my folderI.n.s. a.k.a. j. hunter, vocal gunnerKnown to choke-hold the funky drummerHunter city tour for the summerThe last dog, wu forever roar through your 4 runnerMy all-star team put up jordan-like numbersSmall wonder, get your welcome mats snatched up from underYour cold feet, jacked your whole feat and mad a whole mil'No frills with no skills and bounded to stealThis is real, wu part 2 spark youReality bites with teeth marks like a shark doNiggaz dick-ride by the carpool, gods ruleIf I could own rocks, got me toxy at the bar stoolMe and my girl boost the underworld, duckin fedsCan't trace the blood of my swords, double-edged[chorus]Words don't help you (x4)[outro: sampled girl]Nothin you sell, oh, oh...

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