Текст песни Inspectah Deck - Hyperdermix
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[Inspectah Deck]Yo, the bare facts make `em take Flight like Air MaxHyperdermix raps, share it and you`ll both have tracksDope man supply fire to wax, push your wigs backHit ya like a tall cat, make ya relapseNever before have ya ever heard this level of rawMy metaphors touch down like the hammer of ThorKnee deep into the war, sirens and gats roarLivin life, ragin bull, life`s the matadorI soar, above the law, branded illegalThey still rush my door cuz I`m power to the peopleSharp as an eagle`s claw, certified lethalKeanu Reaves can`t match the Speed I exceed toCrash the party, make `em jump like KenEvilI 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, yoI can`t, won`t, don`t stop rockin to the rhythmDroppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prisonFor those on the streets, rock ir in your systemOne`s restin in piece, in my heart ya livinRepresentin all those who ain`t got a pot to piss inWent from small timer to a top positionI`m not kiddin, so what? Radio`s not mixinWhile shots whistlin, niggas on my block listento the Uncontrolled, mentally hold you P.O.W.Comin through, ain`t no good, ain`t no love for youCameleons play the wrong side of the fenceSwitchin like Clark Kent when the drama commenceLadies and gent`s, my poetry`s beyond intenseFind me in the trench, while you hold your spot on the benchBest invest in me, favored heavenlyI.N.S., address me, as your excellencySuccessfully defendin my belt with first roundersWhere 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 stormVeteran form, spaz like memories of `namDuckin bombs on the rendezvous with Miss SaigonCalm assassin, showin my face so they can knowWhen on Beatstreet, I paint a picture like RaymoOn the lay-low, makin dough, aimin to blowGot away to go, so I`m just takin it slow>From the Shao` borough, throwin the thoroughbred flowEchoin in the ghetto, throughout the metro`Bout to let it go, give me some room to elbowWatch bitches stick to a nigga like velcroYo, the plan is to grap what I can within my reachExpand like the crystal white sands that fill the beachWith my hand on the piece, one eye is on the beastThrough the rhyme I teach history class and move the mass..I can`t, won`t, don`t stop rockin to the rhythmDroppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prisonFor those on the streets, rock ir in your systemOne`s restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo*I can`t, won`t, don`t stop rockin to the rhythmDroppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prisonFor those on the streets, rock ir in your systemOne`s restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo*