INSPECTAH DECK

INSPECTAH DECK - This Is It lyrics

rate me

I came in the game, young nigga banging for fame

In the process, staking my claim

And I train like, Leonidas' son, the fire and sun

The blood, sweat & tears, grinding for ones

Nearly died for it, cried for it, hustle and flow

Right from the seed, competing with my love for the dough

The hunger it burns, I wondered and yearned, they tried skipping my turn

This time, muthafuckas gon' learn

About the rap general, Rebel, I stack regular revenue

Globally local mogul, vocally soldier hold you

Dude faking and fronting, you just say that you want it

I'm the next Nike ad, greatness is nothing

Who run it, I'm coming, I can't, won't, don't stop blunted

Til the dough stop coming, til the hoes stop stunting

Label it a rap, case closed, no discussion

I'm back to the block, got the whole spot dumbing

I hear plenty barking, got the semi sparking

It's my time, this is it, like I'm Kenny Loggins

Empty cartridge like Hannibal A-Team

Stop me, wake out your day dream

Stay out the way, please, before you have me facing like eighteen

It's gotta be, then let it be, I'm straight in them state greens

I've been through it all, still stuck in the mud

Eating good, living right, still them fuckers a judge

Like a nigga can't get no greats, when I hit, make the bricks go ape

Cause I spit cocaine

And I'm leaning em, blue coats is beaming 'em, rolling with the team and 'em

But really only few folks are seen with 'em

Ya'll better mark my words, before it's all set and done

I'm a stun ya'll like Spock and Kirk

Honor the rep, UD's, Donnie and Fes

P.C., Fisk, Banga, straight body a set

I even the odds, I'm bleeding, I'm scarred

A nickel bag in the trunk, believe I'm involved

I'm on everything, cause I ain't feeling the job

Your boy Deck's a king, keep it realer than ya'll

Or say keep it true, you watching like the streets'll do

Hip hop is falling apart, Deck, he's the glue

Haters get off me, you sinking my ship

Fixing your lips, yapping like you thinking he slip

I got a million niggas thinking he sick, a million kids

Thinking he rich, a million bitches think he the shit

You think it's a game, laugh when you leaking in pain

Speaking my pain, hater I'm the reason you came

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