Inspectah Deck
Uncontrolled Substance
Settlement
MATT WILSON

Yo- I got sight beyond sight like the sword of Omens,
Beats are left broken by the wise words spoken,
Survive livin' driven by blood money hunger,
Snakes lay waitin' patiently to steal your thunder,
We stay sharp- state of the art- tear the stage apart,
Razor sharp- poison darts spray the charts,
Through the underground- some are found chained and bound,
The gun sparks like the blood hounds it hunts you down,
The hood life- I'm in it to the limit,
Wouldn't quit it for a digit- die for it cause I live it,
Before I let go- have correct doe,
I bust my shit off- I'm out to blow the lid off- alert the metro,
I glow like a laser light show- your eyes squint,
Vibrant- true colors- I move swift and silent,
Livin' by the day- hearts are cold like winter nights,
Got a hot hand on the dice- in this game of life,
A alikes in tune- immune to snake bites,
Roll like the blue coats with no lights late night,
Sworn criminal- born original- on a lyrical,
High- perform miracles before your third eye,
Sir I- knight of the round table,
Rockin' the King's crown able- to hold it down stable,
Cradle Tech-9's to take mines- daily duty,
Fatal beauty seduced me- used to be a hootie and the blowfish groupie,
Unruly- fists of fury fly loosely,
Cast still Wu- ain't nothin' new tuck your jewelry...

VERSE II

Just when you thought it was safe to make a name for yourself,
The blow's deals- you're stripped for your belt,
Run your garments- featherweights don't know what you involve in,
Revolving in fantasy- you dilude the solvent,
My hip hop- quoted as an uncontrolled substance,
Rough from the beginning- it's been in my blood since my child days,
Blaze rookies on entry level,
Empty metal jackets are found- no sign of rebel,
The Iatolla- Kenny Rogers in the gambler high roller,
Side kick- lucky hands the dice thrower,
Amputate tracks- blow back the mic holder,
Floating axe blade come down the mic's over,
Takin' flight in the Rover- global street soldier,
Deep cover mission- rap spies peep my folder,
INS- aka J. Hunter,
Vocal gunner- known to choke hold the funky drummer,
Hundred city tour for the summer,
Pop the latch door- Wu forever raw through your 4-Runner,
My all star team put up Jornan-like numbers,
Small wonder get your welcome mat snatched from under,
Your cold feet- jacked your whole beat- and made em' ill,
You're no frills with no skills and bound to distill,
This is real- Wu part 2 sparked you,
Reality bites- with teeth marks like a sharp tooth,
Niggas dig ride by the carpool- gods rule,
Vodka on rocks got me toxy at the barstool,
Me and my girl pulls the underworld- duckin' feds,
Can't trace the blood on my sword's double edge...