[Intro]

One two, one two, one two

Are we on the air?

Hello Mom, I'd like to make a request

Sending this out to all the non-believers and all the supporters

All those friendly foes who chose to pump this

Specialist INS, my man Stretch Armstrong

Don't need to prolong

We gonna give it to ya raw, yo, yo…

[Verse 1]

Yo, I got "sight beyond sight" like the Sword of Omens

Beats are left broken by the wise words spoken

Survive living, driven by blood money hunger

Snakes lay, waiting patiently to steal your thunder

We stay sharp, state-of-the-art, tear the stage apart

Razor Sharp poison darts raid the charts

Through the underground, some are found chained and bound

The gun shot... yo, yo

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 dough

I bust my shit off, I'm out to blow the lid off, alert the metro

I glow like a laser lights show, your eyes squint

Vibrant, true colors, I move swift and silent

Living by the day, hearts are cold like winter nights

Got a hot ten 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 light up the Round Table

Lockin' the King's crown, able to hold it down stable

Fatal TEC-9s could make mines deadly duties

Fatal beauties seduce me, used by a hootie and the blowfish groupie

Unruly, Fist of Fury fly loosely

Cash Still Rule, ain't nothin' new, tuck your jewelry

[Break]

Yo, yo, yo, this is a little sample on how we start to trample

But I'ma blast off one more time for y'all to press rewind, yo, yo

[Verse 2]

Yo, just when you thought it was safe to make a name for yourself

The blow's dealt, be stripped for your belt

Run your garments, featherweights don't know what you involved in

Revolving in fantasy, you dilute the solvent

My hip-hop quoted as an "Uncontrolled Substance"

Rough from the beginning, this been in my blood

Since my child days, blazed rookies on entery level

Empty metal jackets are found, no sign of Rebel

The Ayatollah, Kenny Rogers and the Gambler high roller

Side-kick: Lucky Hands the dice thrower

Amputate tracks, blow back the mic holder

Golden axe blade come down, the mic's over

Taking flight in the Rover, nobel street soldier

Deep cover mission, rap spies peek my folder

INS a.k.a. Jay Hunter

Vocal gunner, known to chokehold the "Funky Drummer"

Hundred city tour for the summer

Pop the last dog, Wu Forever roar through your forerunner

My all-star team put up Jordan-like numbers

Small wonder, get your welcome mats snatched from under

[Outro]

Word up

Sick and all that

And I'ma still hit you with the feedback

This an actual fact

My man Stretch Armstrong rips the track like that

Like that, like that

Like that, like that