Friction

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Inspectah Deck

Jason Hunter, (born July 6, 1970) better known by his stage name Inspectah Deck, is an American rapper, producer, and member of the Wu-Tang Clan. Although he has not gained the same level of mainstream success in his solo career as some of his Wu-Tang counterparts like Method Man, he has acquired critical praise for his intricate lyricism, and for his verses on many of the group's most revered songs. He has grown to become a producer in his own right, taking up tracks for fellow clansmen and his own projects. more »

Year:

1999

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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 protocal 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 

[Chorus] 
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 

Some niggaz I'd rather not spar minds with 
They can't simutale my thoughts or f*ck 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 
Teraform mindframe 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 

[Chorus] 

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 see-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! 

[Chorus]

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