Inspectah Deck - Friction Lyrics

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Is you ready? back by popular demand

Murderous specialist tactics

Wu-tang clan no rehearsal or practice

Niggaz ain't ready for this niggaz ain't ready for this

Niggaz ain't ready for this

Chrome dips beamin' off july sun rays

Trees are fade blendin' with the side burn shades

Cotton club status clientel sl heavy jewel

Niggaz jail young niggaz screw well

Swingin' like smokey on the slow beat

Shiny walker hold me closely as i mosey on the low key

If you don't know by now you'll never know me

You know me i swing it to the young ins and the og's

Witnessed by notary public certified rough shit

Does it feel good how was it?

Gritty like the subway tracks

My protocol permanate like graffiti on the project walls

On the awol alias jamal duval

Roam through the universe plans of roamin' it all

In the meantime in between time we shine

Dangerous minds travel on this uphill climb

If you want some get some this is it son this one

Make 'em feel the friction

Guaranteed hit son miss none

Flip one you better bring your big gun

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Some niggaz i'd rather not spar minds with

They can't simulate my thoughts or fuck with

Creative testosterone mic-phone calms

The menopausable hormone quakage

Trapped like estrogen we makin' all of the above

Supremely i hold my shit when i run i hesitate to stomp the come

Bring water from the brain nigga

They tried to send me back but still i came

Tera form mind frame contains elements of iron which began steel

Healin' men life allah just brought me forth to bust mine

This time i spare no one poison sword seed technique

Breathe the earth take the head of those and feed 'em to the universe

Blessed with volts of electric life threatnin' segments it's hectic

If you want some get some this is it son this one

Make 'em feel the friction

Guaranteed hit son miss none

Flip one you better bring your big gun

Poetry in motion east to west coastin'

Overseas blowin' with lines tightly woven

Still goin' full speed pullin' g's

Tryin' to eat 'til my mouth gets too full to feed

I excel cast spells similar to merlin

Mic surgeon hang like dr. j. erving

Splurg inner city like uncensored version

Mergin' with the fast lane stained with the urban

Word in the street his work was dirt teeth

Synthetically weak make the fans start beef

Any comeback attempts would only be in repeats

They soon fall off be mentally lost beyond reach

My technique's heat leaves a permanent crease

Plant my 2 feet shootin' with the quick release

Never cease fire from a street called desire

The sire disturbin' the peace with c-ciphers

Who dare comes amongst and tries to peep it

The secret of the deadly art then leak it

Snakes leeches surround the righteous

I link the diversion shot then slip with the swiftness

The weaver raindrop leavin' the eye confused

Understandin' blurred cloudy electrical storms occur

From the masta classical head bang slang

The deaf tone rises like the blind and dumb

Lickin' shots at the microphone iron lung

We the first to set off shit last to run

Who want some come and get some motherfucker

If you want some get some this is it son this one

Make 'em feel the friction

Guaranteed hit son miss none

Flip one you better bring your big guns

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