Inspectah Deck - Let Me At Them Lyrics
Yoyoyoyoyoyo! yoIs the niggaz ready for this son?Niggaz aint ready for this ockOne two whatcha wanna do (Im gonna give it to em anyway though man)Peep the inspectah deck (you know they aint ready for it)Lyrical threatRepresenting wu-tangSlang, ninety-fiveHittin it liveYou know what time it isBlessed with the art rhymes thats sharp like a circular sawHit the floor like dorf, who wants the warThen slide by my, lyrical drivebyChops rush, making black hearts bust, plus knifes they gotWhen they rush, built like construction toolsCrushing fools, in twosForced dude to blast you out your *****in shoesA south swap with the bombs I dropPlan a to terrorize you cant stop the plotExecution of an amateur, who dared to challenge theClansman, holding a sword like excaliburTruth is my shield, show and prove I revealReality, a coldness the heart can feelLivin life where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to fiveBut I survived in these hard times I nearly diedNow Im wanted by death I did escapeNow its thrown on a tape with those who can relateStill I wrap my face take a space in the staircaseHits takin place, yo god, watch the jakesOut of state court dates, chase me with the warrantsFor my insurance, switched names to michael lawrenceThe rebel, stomps through the slums Im fromComing through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust sonSo read the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenalPotential witnesses are incapableOf testifying, I wont be frying in the chairPlus the case closed, I wont be ever shackled, and safe clothesI make foes, exasperates then, I make friendsCause todays friends, show theyselves as snakes in the endAnd if you fit the trend then protect ya neckShaolin, ins, killa hill projectsNo one on this earth, can hold meNo one on this earth, can fool meNo one on this earth, can grip the micLike, i, do, niggaYou ever, feel, that you canTest me, you got to face the clan andNever, return to the mic againTheres no one in the worldLet me at them! I blast off lyrics like a magnumForty-four caliber, bustin mad holes in my challengerTongue in your throat is swiss cheeseThe wild freestyler, wild like gene wilderWu-tang killa bee aimed at your brainWith my stinger, it stun your mind, when I bring yaThirty-six chambers of anger, frustrationFor waiting, to let loose on the nationFar from commercial no need for no rehearsalHit you from all angles then form a circleGo against the grain within close rangeWhen I slam, like onyx, come get some, thats a promiseIll represent, heres the evidenceScience of mad murder plates I make senseMy technique of speech is deep, like leviathanHittin up your block with rhymes, like a firingShooting for the platinum, then bring it back toThe same place I got the gat from, let me at them!
