High School High movie - Semi-Automatic Full Rap Metal Jacket lyrics
rate meSong by Inspectah Deck f/ U-God, Street Thug<br /><br>
Yo, yo...<br>
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[Chorus: U-God]<br>
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You can't hack the tactics<br>
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic<br>
You can't hack the tactics<br>
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic<br>
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[Verse One: U-God]<br>
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I make mean lean when I pump my spunk<br>
and hands of chump, of machine gun funk<br>
I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis<br>
Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas<br>
With rigormor', I hit you in the core and<br>
pop your legs well in the figure four<br>
You can't stop the force when the blood is coursin<br>
extortion, I'm comin like the headless horseman<br>
Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune<br>
Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins<br>
Don't pop glocks at me then cop a plea<br>
A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea<br>
Deep depths makes rappers salted<br>
Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in<br>
Lay down them lines with them hard hits<br>
And I'm harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments<br>
Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds<br>
Underground railroad RZA track lay it down<br>
I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement<br>
Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went<br>
It's golden bangles, microphone getting strangled<br>
Five-star general, scars you want to angle<br>
Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer<br>
Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin<br>
Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings<br>
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[Chorus 2X]<br>
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[Verse Two: Inspector Deck]<br>
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Yo<br>
I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes<br>
MC's are shot down long range with sniper aim<br>
No question marks, the session starts with sparks<br>
My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts<br>
Universal soldier, MO's the holder<br>
globe in both hands, born to be sole controller<br>
Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash<br>
Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph<br>
Best-seller compose a rough draft<br>
Razor Sharp vocabulary cut glass<br>
Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse<br>
You can't catch my style with bugs and phone taps<br>
Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless<br>
Hard targets, underground like black markets<br>
Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura<br>
Importer of rough raps that's snuck cross the border<br>
Semi-automatic attack'll spray y'all<br>
Liquid Sword swingin slay all, I'm AWOL<br>
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[Chorus 1.5X]<br>
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[Verse Three: Street Thug]<br>
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Wu-Tang be, killin you softly with this song<br>
You won't survive the outcome I bring Def Jams to your eardrums<br>
P.L.O. hits the hardest, regardless<br>
Felony offenders catchin murder one charges<br>
Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases<br>
The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators<br>
I strike back like the Jedi, from N.Y.<br>
It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin<br>
I be all you need to rock these mic devices<br>
Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle<br>
I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger<br>
High pursuit for the CREAM like the bodyguard from Bejing<br>
Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene<br>
On your facilities, the penalty, DOA<br>
Bomb shell your burrow like Bombay<br>
Opposites attack that's why these thieves stay strapped<br>
As we, travel the glove to put Shaolin on the map<br>
I show loyalty, to my fans fully<br>
Operational raps, that bust through your skully<br>
I'm rated second-to-none I be the top gun<br>
From the land of the Slums spittin blades from my tongue<br>
Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper<br>
Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker<br>
Watch me bang the headpiece kid there's no survival<br>
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal<br>
Murder, underground beef for the burger<br>
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of<br>
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