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* on promo (radio) copies of "uncontrolled substance"

laughter}
{sounds of fight}
"words don't you" (x4)

[inspectah
Yo, I got sight beyond sight like the sword of
Beats are left broken by the wise spoken
Survive livin, by blood money hunger
lay, waitin impatiently to steal your thunder
We stay sharp, state-of-the-art, the stage apart
Razor sharp poison darts the charts
the underground, some are found changin bounds
The gun sparks the bloodhound and hunts ya down
The life, I'm in it to the limit
Wouldn't quit it for a digit, die for it I live it
Before I let go, have dough
I my shit off, I'm out to blow the lid off, alert the metro
I glow like a lazer lights show, your squint
Vibrant, true colors, I move swift and
Livin by the day, hearts are cold like nights
Got a hot 10 on the in this game of life
A-alikes in tune, immune to bites
like the blue coats with no lights, late night
Smooth criminal, original on a lyrical high
Perform miracles before 3rd eye
Sir I light up the round
Lockin the king's crown, able to it down stable
Fatal 9's could make mines deadly duties
beauties seduce me, used by a hootie and the blowfish groupie
Unruley, fists of fury fly
Cash still rules, ain't nothin new, your jewellry

"words help you" (x2)

[chorus: deck]
Some sound-sound they real top guns
But this a sound, it's a champion
the mic in every session
Reign 1, no competition

deck]
Just when you it was safe
To a name for yourself, the blows delf
You get stripped for your belt, run your
Feather-weights know what you involve in
Revolvin in fantasy, ya the solvin
My hip hop quoted as an uncontrolled
Rough the beginnin, whispered in my blood
Since my child days, blazed, workin on level
50 jackets are found, no sign of rebel
The iyatollah, kenny rogers in the of high rollers
Side-kick, lucky the dice thrower
Amputate tracks, back the mic holder
Godlen ax blade come down, the mic's
Takin flight in the rover, street soldier
Deep cover mission, rap spies be my
I.n.s. a.k.a. j. hunter, gunner
Known to the funky drummer
Hunter city for the summer
The last dog, wu forever roar through 4 runner
My all-star team put up jordan-like
Small wonder, get your welcome mats snatched up from
Your cold feet, jacked your whole feat and mad a mil'
No frills with no and bounded to steal
This is real, wu 2 spark you
Reality bites with marks like a shark do
Niggaz dick-ride by the carpool, rule
If I own rocks, got me toxy at the bar stool
Me and my girl boost the underworld, duckin
Can't the blood of my swords, double-edged

"words don't you" (x4)

sampled girl]
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