[Intro: sample]
"I've seen 357s. I've seen 12-gauge shotguns. I've seen 12-gauge, um, pumps, eight-shooters. I've seen—um—.45, um, military special with clip on the street."
"I've seen hand grenades. I've seen beer—beer-can, beer-can bazookas made. Damn things hit you, it's just—just as getting hit with a gun"
[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck & Esoteric]
I spit it like eight AKs, murder verse spray first
Birds circle when they say they names
Announce 'em dead, count the heads, write raps with an ounce of lead
It all amounts to bread, making sure the hounds are fed
I'm the pterodactyl striking fear in so many
I'm the ace of kings, toasts up. Raise your Henny now
Salute to the finest
You in the company of royalty, Sir I, your highness
I can tell you about stackin' a grip, out in Paris
With the baddest bitch sittin' at a fashion event
Went from street life to neon lights, Don P on ice
Fee's tight, never free on mics
Got third-world niggas screaming "Deck's the truth"
And they co-sign E-S when he steps in to bless the booth
I-N-S never rest, see true
Czarface. For the head we shoot, Wuuu
[Interlude: sample]
"I've seen all this. You'd be surprised man. Pretty soon they're gonna steal the damn atom bomb"
[Verse 2: Esoteric & Inspectah Deck]
Indiana Jones, fuck these snakes to tame
It's like the NBA, too many fakes in the game
Now why is that Deck? The cake's to blame. In the end
I would play it the same to be for real that's the day it changed
They hate it from the day I came. So lame
Jealous One's Envy then they fold like paper planes
I aim and deliver to their, brain and their liver
And I bang out that literature, ain't no one sicker than I
Or us, we're fly we're wise you ride the bus
We're diamonds in the rough, industry we don't trust
We rally troops, rock mics and get loose
And for ya'll didn't bless the youth. That's the truth
Cap
"I've seen 357s. I've seen 12-gauge shotguns. I've seen 12-gauge, um, pumps, eight-shooters. I've seen—um—.45, um, military special with clip on the street."
"I've seen hand grenades. I've seen beer—beer-can, beer-can bazookas made. Damn things hit you, it's just—just as getting hit with a gun"
[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck & Esoteric]
I spit it like eight AKs, murder verse spray first
Birds circle when they say they names
Announce 'em dead, count the heads, write raps with an ounce of lead
It all amounts to bread, making sure the hounds are fed
I'm the pterodactyl striking fear in so many
I'm the ace of kings, toasts up. Raise your Henny now
Salute to the finest
You in the company of royalty, Sir I, your highness
I can tell you about stackin' a grip, out in Paris
With the baddest bitch sittin' at a fashion event
Went from street life to neon lights, Don P on ice
Fee's tight, never free on mics
Got third-world niggas screaming "Deck's the truth"
And they co-sign E-S when he steps in to bless the booth
I-N-S never rest, see true
Czarface. For the head we shoot, Wuuu
[Interlude: sample]
"I've seen all this. You'd be surprised man. Pretty soon they're gonna steal the damn atom bomb"
[Verse 2: Esoteric & Inspectah Deck]
Indiana Jones, fuck these snakes to tame
It's like the NBA, too many fakes in the game
Now why is that Deck? The cake's to blame. In the end
I would play it the same to be for real that's the day it changed
They hate it from the day I came. So lame
Jealous One's Envy then they fold like paper planes
I aim and deliver to their, brain and their liver
And I bang out that literature, ain't no one sicker than I
Or us, we're fly we're wise you ride the bus
We're diamonds in the rough, industry we don't trust
We rally troops, rock mics and get loose
And for ya'll didn't bless the youth. That's the truth
Cap
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