Luyện nghe bài hát Uncontrolled Substance

*eerie blow*
die down as beat drops*

[inspectah
It had to be way
This is for
Nobody said it would be
So let it be (ooh.. oh yeah)

Aiyyo, s.i.n.y., bee hive
Eastside, the 5, roll wit' the live
Sweet love, sweep me in the bug eye, we 'bout to
Head fried, spittin' the scribe, move in
test i? access denied
I live and die by the motto: let none
Livin' off my last cut, can't the sword up
You can have that for free before I take your best
Stalker, for your sianora
Torture, test my word as I come like
Niggaz life supporters, for bein' so weak
I speak as a veteran and lace the heads creased
And live my footprints wherever I've my presence
I.n.s., livin' 'til the essence
with no prescription, this is the medicine
Settin' a new standard, they measurin' up to
suck too, thorns in the hustle
Pawns in the struggle, fly like c.i.s beyond the jungle
Trouble man can't dance the shuffle
Knees buckle when the bees come thru
All you heard was "1, 2", the gun blew
Question is, "from ", numb you
a 100 cc's of morphine and daily
Keep out of reach of your

shadii of the force md's]
Too hot to handle, too to hold
You that substance, that's uncontrolled
2x*

[inspectah
Too to hold, substance -- uncontrolled
5-0 said, "tell it to the judge", I told
Never fold, some turn like fake gold
and old I look down like parole holds
In the midst the clips blow, I rip shows
Hit your zip code, my flow condones
Soon to spread like ebola, the showed
The reports, another jon doe --
Overexposure, facin' the flame
I hold you hostage, the name's the iyatollah
controller, 2009 time quota
The high roller, sting like a king
Blow the whistle on kids who
Pistol pops, ceremony within the gristle
and dime, rhymes sign of the times
My life line, like a fine wine, dyin' for mines
The dopeman, livin' like the postman
man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I run?
They know I got the teens strung, plus the come
In abundance, up, spendin' 100's
The provides, continuous high
I'll give you one free for every 5 you buy
Gettin' high off my own supply, low in the
With the low eye, daybreak and makin' dough

[chorus: x2]

[inspectah
My style's so underground, I write rhymes on
Use as directed and wear protective
Shaolin's the burough, rap
Blow like a holo-point, foes sure to
Pop a bottle forever, can't stop
Chewin' all for thought, hard to swallow
Cold like chicago winds, taps on my
El diablo cross the
P.l.o. style, released while the raid
And those who can't stand the heat, they seek
The rapture was told of how one man tackled the
We go so deep, it your soul
I see have come, but few are chose for the role
In this ritual, rhymes walkin' on hot
to spot those who pose as friends and foes
Wind up like I was the p-o

[interlude: shadii of the force
Satisfaction or your money
Gotta to makin' comebacks
It's the that you ever had
Got you on the next bag

repeat 2x]

Uncontrolled...