Inspectah Deck - Semi-automatic Full Rap Metal Jacket Lyrics
Yo, yo...Chorus: u-godYou cant hack the tacticsOf a semi-automatic full rap fanaticYou cant hack the tacticsOf a semi-automatic full rap fanaticVerse one: u-godI make mean lean when I pump my spunkAnd hands of chump, of machine gun funkI bliss, like the fist, of the mantisThose who oppose get dropped and hit the canvasWith rigormor, I hit you in the core andPop your legs well in the figure fourYou cant stop the force when the blood is coursinExtortion, Im comin like the headless horsemanEnforcin, tortureous slang from a fortuneSwordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffinsDont pop glocks at me then cop a pleaA hundred thousand leagues beneath the seaDeep depths makes rappers saltedWeak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off inLay down them lines with them hard hitsAnd Im harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardmentsPushin, poetry, like weed by the poundsUnderground railroad rza track lay it downIm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazementKnock you in the head you wonder where the days wentIts golden bangles, microphone getting strangledFive-star general, scars you want to angleBizarre thriller, war scar for a killerSheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbinSlice mics precise on down to ice carvingsChorus 2xVerse two: inspector deckYoI set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planesMcs are shot down long range with sniper aimNo question marks, the session starts with sparksMy flows explodes like hand grenades through your partsUniversal soldier, mos the holderGlobe in both hands, born to be sole controllerHit the world full blast, my crime pays cashSlip past these cyphers and the flash from the photographBest-seller compose a rough draftRazor sharp vocabulary cut glassActual facts crowds of thousands collapseYou cant catch my style with bugs and phone tapsWhether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardlessHard targets, underground like black marketsPirates of the darkest water feel the auraImporter of rough raps thats snuck cross the borderSemi-automatic attackll spray yallLiquid sword swingin slay all, Im awolChorus 1.5xVerse three: street thugWu-tang be, killin you softly with this songYou wont survive the outcome I bring def jams to your eardrumsP.l.o. hits the hardest, regardlessFelony offenders catchin murder one chargesOpen cases, got me smoked out in staircasesThe dark crusader jackin cats in elevatorsI strike back like the jedi, from n.y.Its I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyinI be all you need to rock these mic devicesProjectile shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyleIm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the lugerHigh pursuit for the cream like the bodyguard from bejingInject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder sceneOn your facilities, the penalty, doaBomb shell your burrow like bombayOpposites attack thats why these thieves stay strappedAs we, travel the glove to put shaolin on the mapI show loyalty, to my fans fullyOperational raps, that bust through your skullyIm rated second-to-none I be the top gunFrom the land of the slums spittin blades from my tonguePark your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeperHit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speakerWatch me bang the headpiece kid theres no survivalMy flow lights up the block like a homicidalMurder, underground beef for the burgerP.l.o., criminal thoughts you never heard of
