[Intro: Inspectah Deck]

Yeah

INS, 7, Eso

Here we go

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]

Birds in the coop murder herbs in my boots

Blue convertible, heavy head swerve on the juice

Bottom to the top, pops hot like the bottom of the pot

Top dollar, you can spot him at the spot

Flow Murder One, third world slums heard of son

Overtime grind get it first come

A-Team Hannibal, 88th page in the manual

Maintain, handle intangibles

You see me push through, bully at the park

Do it like the crooks do, hoodie after dark

Spark with the flamer on, bang a drum

On til the break of dawn, take him on like Jason Bourne

Later on, poly with a model chick

I ain't into politics, 1-6 call me a lobbyist

Know there's no stoppin' this

Years from now, homie still rockin' its

Dark knight roaming the metropolis

[Samples]

"Ringside table, batman?"

"Um, just one, thanks. I'll stand at the bar"

"Poisonous thoughts"

"You're breathing fire"

"I'm breathing fire"

"Comin' out hard"

[Verse 2: Esoteric]

To my dudes in the struggle

Me and the mic make a beautiful couple

Musically we lift em without moving a muscle

I'm rushing crews like I'm Russell

You wanna tussle with the pitbull muzzle

We can reduce you to rubble, you don't want no trouble

I'm Zeus in a goose bubble

Producing a brutal beef

With the Wu and the crew is deep

With a lucrative hustle

Now see, I can be a [?]

Put you rappers to the drum

Cut your pinky finger off for fronting, that's a rule of thumb

Fuck your motherfucking beats, I don't care who they from

Check it out (You good, right?)

Yeah, yeah I'm good, listen

I put the "am" in "ammunition"

Cause I am a hammer spittin'

Superman be on a mission, but y'all change in a booth

Yeah, my fam-a-lam I'm missin, but I'm handlin my business

Keep the planets on collision while maintaining the truth

You off course like a lost pilot

You can meet the shepherd, cause I'm violent like the Lost pilot

No one survived it

No one survived it

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[Verse 3: Mr. MFN eXquire]

Liquor erodin' my liver I'm still sippin' it

Grab it guzzle it down like I don't give a shit

That's how I fight back like, "Life, take that"

Right to the heart that's why that shit be burning my chest

I invested in all the shit they sell you in

You's a little man, the sky's the limit all that other shit

Blah blah blah, get a tad older than it's evident

That you gon' settle in whatever job can help you pay the rent

Jimmy Olsen and the Super Friends

That line was doper than a motherfucker but you couldn't understand

Metaphoric to my light bright, why do I fight?

Up’s down, bottom’s top, left center wrong right

Czar of the gong show, that's an oxymoron

Don't ever call me crazy motherfucker, I'm just thorough though

Back to the gong show, I bet you didn't get it

Ha-huh-ha, get it? Y'all niggas is so dritty

If you believe in fate does that mean that life's scripted

Give or take a couple of pages for quick edits

I just rip out them pages, nothing is ever sacred

I'm searching for an oasis, the end is coming no way to save it