Inspectah Deck - Grand Prix Lyrics
[inspectah deck]Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the lyrical grand prixWe have our drivers racin for a $3,000,000 purseWinner takes all, gentlemen start your engines...Give me room, hit the tuneFeature presentation comin soon, early juneKilla bee platoon, well groomedSpells doom, raise the volumeYou react like a werewolf in a full moonWith the force of a trojan horsePushin, flowin, have your seatbelt fastenedWe blastin into orbit, wu restore the new chamberWu-banger number 9, expert precision and designMastermind the plan took a matter of time>from the confinds of the cold world I shineIts amazin, the grace, changin in the placeBlazin the brakes, invadin your spaceWhich remains in the race, claimin first placeRaisin the stakes, its a game to disgraceI hold many jewels, drop more than I wearI come in peace, prepare for the warfareThe invincible fold, when theyre caught in the squareAnd the talk mad shit when the coast is clearYes, ladies and gentlemenWeve just completed the first lap[street life]Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build with rap scholarsGuns and wallets, prowess, staten island stylist12 men roster, live long, prosperStreet philosopher, you end up like jimmy hoffaAint a damn thing changed but the aim, bullet rangeStrange universe, I was nursed to blow your mainframeThink first, convert, all verse live in concertPull a skirt, burst, while yall niggaz star searchMind yours, why you eyein mines forPosin like a matten dog, I must got somethin you wanna die forTouch mine, reach him up, his headline, both grant9 inch rusty splint push through your nose is ventGot my eyes on the grand prize, place your betWatch me win it by a landslide, pull off an upsetHold the burner close by my hands and my pocketHold the trophy high and keep my eyes on the prophet[inspectah deck]And a new driver has entered the contestLadies and gentlemen, driver number 99In the red car...[u-god]Fog lights beam, car 99 supremeA high-powered machine spits sparks of barolineThe smell of gasoline, motor roar, the crowd roarsThe rag tuck rip, box cut caught in my jawsEnforcin my laws, rap mirage in my garageThe grease lightnin, dusty rose, shake him, bon voyageNow duel of the iron, flyin fued for you writersThe speed demon, rebel talk, triggers, freedom fightersWas tracked in the ***** pit, Im writin exactIm crushin corners, who that kid ridin the trackWith the wu helmet, 6th nigga, 5 cars trackThe last but not least, I bliss through the scrimmageNo brakes, I dart, Im racin for the finishUnderstand my hunger for my land down underIts the thunderous rush, after the sounds get crushThe purse snatchin pound, by all means snatch creamTear your ass out of town[inspectah deck]As we near the final lapTeam wu-tang seems to be buildinA sizeable lead on the competitionYo, I know how to fold em like kenny rogersPopular demand, overstand these pirahnasMovin on the track like a monaco gtI stand out similar to 3d on your tvEasily breezin watchin the speed dial climbStyle of rhyme, left the foes miles behindLeavin skid marks on the chartsAimed at the hearts of the fake, sparked on the tapesIts starts from the gate, darts penetrateFreestyle as the decoy to sharpen the baitHoldin major weight, my supreme team dominatesCirculatin, takin all bets you platesIn and out of state, twirlin ls on the freewayNy to sc, nc to va, ga to md, ca to kyFl to il, tx to miAs we near the checkered flake, ladies and gentlemenTeam wu-tangs holdin down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positionsAnd it looks like its goin to be another sure win for team wu-tangAs they take home another pot of gold with this $3,000,000 purseRebel ins, u-god, street lifeGet the loot, get the lootCash money yall, cash money yall, cash money yall