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Inspectah Deck Uncontrolled Substance

[intro: inspectah deck (whispering)] Elevation (x15) [chorus: inspectah deck] Tired of trials and tribulations It seems like life is hell, dreams the

game mentally and physically bent What I invent, sharp as barbwire fence I represent, sure to make a grand entrance With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure Inspectah

of The Force MD's] Too hot to handle, too cold to hold You pumpin' that Substance, that's Uncontrolled [x2] [Inspectah Deck] Too cold to hold, Substance -- Uncontrolled

This goes out to all my niggas spendin they last on gas, grass and ass and to all my ladies playin in bars free drinks and shit push it up push it

[Inspectah Deck] Yo, yo, late night, her click deserted Time is perfect, she worth it Femme fetale, pussy cat growl like Eartha Kitt The first kiss,

of The Force MD's] Too hot to handle, too cold to hold You pumpin' that Substance, that's Uncontrolled [x2] [Inspectah Deck] Too cold to hold, Substance -- Uncontrolled

[Inspectah Deck, (Unknown singer)] (Baby...) Bitch! You know what I want! (Sweet love.) I wanna talk to Sampson. (Girl... sweet love.. feel.) I want

(feat. La the Darkman) [Intro: Inspectah Deck] What is love? Love is love What is love? (Loving you) [Inspectah Deck] Yo, examinin her hour-glass frame

[Inspectah Deck] Check out the avenue, New York, New York the Rotten Apple We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles I'm currently