Album:  Uncontrolled Substance
Artist: Inspectah Deck w/ Masta Killa
Song:   Friction
Lyrics by MATT WILSON


Chrome dips beaming off July sun rays,
Caesar fade blended with the sideburns shaved,
Cotton club status- clientel- SL- heavy jewel,
Niggas jailed- young niggas school well,
Swingin' like smokey on a slow beat,
Johnny Walker hold me closely as I mosey on the low key,
If you don't know me by now you'll never know me,
You know me-I swing it to the youngsters and the old g's,
Witness by nota republic- certified rough shit,
Does it feel good? How was it?
Gritty like the subway tracks- my protocol permanent like grafitti on
the project walls,
On the awol- alias Jamal Duvall,
Roam through the universe- plans of owning it all,
In the meantime- in between time we shine,
Dangerous minds travel on this uphill climb,

(CHORUS)

If you want some- get some,
This is it son- this one,
Make em' feel the friction,
Guaranteed hit son- miss none,
Flip one- you better bring your big gun.

Verse II
(Masta Killa)

Some niggas I'd rather not spar minds with,
They can't stimulate my thoughts so fuck with,
Creative testosterone- mic phone,
Calms them in a plausible hormone quakage,
Track lacks estrogen- we makin',
All of the above- supremely I hold my shit,
In a romp- I hesitate to stomp the comp,
Ring water from the brain- nigga,
They tried to send me back- but still I came,
Terror form mind frame contains elements of iron which be gat steel,
Heal them in life- Allah just brought me forth to bust mines,
It's time I spare no one- poison soft seed technique breed the earth,
Take the heads of those who fade into the universe,
Blessed with volts of electric- life threatening segments- it's hectic.

CHORUS

VERSE III
(Inspectah Deck)

Poetry in motion- east to west coastin',
Overseas blowin' with lines tightly woven,
Still going- full speed pullin' g's,
Tryin' to eat til my mouth gets to full to feed,
I excel- cast spells similar to Merlin,
Mic surgeon- hang like Dr. J Irving,
Splurge in the city like uncensored version,
Merging with the fast lane staying with the urban,
Word in the streets- his work was dirt cheap,
Synthetically weak- make the fans start beef,
Any comeback attempts would only be a repeat,
To soon fall off- he's mentally lost beyond reach,
My techinques' heat leaves a permanent crease,
Plant my two feet- shooting with the quick release,
Never cease fire- from a street called desire,
The sire- disturbing the peace with C cyphers,

VERSE IV
(Masta Killa)

Who dares come amongst and tries to peep it?
The secret of the deadly art- then leak it?
Snakes, leaches- surround the righteous,
I lick a divergent shot- then slip with a swifness,
The weave a raindrop- leavin' the eye confused,
Understanding blur-(gunshot)- cloudy,
Electrical storms occur,
From the master- classical headbang slang,
The deaf tone vibes is like the blind and dumb,
Licking shots to the microphone- iron lung,
Be the first to set off shit- last to run,
Who wants some- come and get some mothafucka.

CHORUS