letra de thundercats freestyle - inspectah deck
[intro]
are we on the air?
h-llo mom
we gonna give it to you raw
[verse 1]
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 impatiently 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 changin bounds
the gun sparks like the bloodhound and hunts ya 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 dough
i bust my sh-t off, i’m out to blow the lid off, alert the metro
i glow like a lazer lights 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 10 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
smooth criminal, born original on a lyrical high
perform miracles before your 3rd 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
unruley, fist of fury fly loosely
cash still rules, ain’t nothin new, tuck your jewellry
[verse 2]
just when you thought it was safe to make a name for yourself
the blows delf, you get stripped for your belt
run your garments, feather-weights don’t know what you involve in
revolvin in fantasy, ya dilute the solvin
my hip-hop quoted as an uncontrolled substance
rough from the beginning, whispered in my blood
since my child days, blazed, workin on entery level
empty metal jackets are found, no sign of rebel
the iyatollah, kenny rogers in the game of high rollers
side-kick, lucky hands the dice thrower
amputate tracks, blow back the mic holder
godlen axe blade come down, the mic’s over
takin flight in the rover, n0bel street soldier
deep cover mission, rap spies be my folder
i.n.s. a.k.a. j. hunter
vocal gunner, known to choke-hold the funky drummer
hunter city tour for the summer
the last dog, wu forever roar through your 4 runner
my all-star team put up jordan-like numbers
small wonder, get your welcome mats sn-tched up from under
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