| Song | Elevation - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Inspectah Deck |
| Album | Uncontrolled Substance |
| Elevation (x15) | |
| [chorus：inspectah deck] | |
| Tired of trials and tribulations | |
| It seems like life is hell, dreams the only way of escapin | |
| To worlds that's beyond imagination | |
| I know a place, i could take you there through elevation | |
| [inspectah deck] | |
| Where i come from young ones pump jums for lump sums | |
| Bustin guns, trust none, become son | |
| Truth spells broke loose shells that propel | |
| Where i'm dwellin, niggaz bail, tellin what you sellin | |
| My nigga tone just came home but improvised | |
| The system tried to give him 5 more for gettin high | |
| Fly stacy, daddy's little lady fucks crazily | |
| Wavy after baby, lost the shape fancy lately | |
| Used to spend the quiet nights home, now she likes to roam | |
| Feelin quite grown, caught in like cyclones | |
| I was taught be the wise of glide and i'll impass | |
| To advance, learn the science of life and earn the masters | |
| Trapped in the havoc, i'm forced to go the whole | |
| Although, it might spell a jail cell and no parole | |
| I fight with the force of steve austin | |
| Until my arms can no longer hold off the coffin | |
| In this ghetto heaven, god bless the children | |
| Whose shattered dreams are offered and hard to mend | |
| We don't believe in heaven, we livin in hell | |
| Tryin to escaped, but fate's sealed in the bomb shell | |
| Feelin like u'ey, he knew they would pnat the plot | |
| When high-tech surveillance got my moves on watch | |
| So, i drop jewels, use the music to educate | |
| Can't celebrate 'til we elevate | |
| [chorus] |
| Elevation x15 | |
| chorus: inspectah deck | |
| Tired of trials and tribulations | |
| It seems like life is hell, dreams the only way of escapin | |
| To worlds that' s beyond imagination | |
| I know a place, i could take you there through elevation | |
| inspectah deck | |
| Where i come from young ones pump jums for lump sums | |
| Bustin guns, trust none, become son | |
| Truth spells broke loose shells that propel | |
| Where i' m dwellin, niggaz bail, tellin what you sellin | |
| My nigga tone just came home but improvised | |
| The system tried to give him 5 more for gettin high | |
| Fly stacy, daddy' s little lady fucks crazily | |
| Wavy after baby, lost the shape fancy lately | |
| Used to spend the quiet nights home, now she likes to roam | |
| Feelin quite grown, caught in like cyclones | |
| I was taught be the wise of glide and i' ll impass | |
| To advance, learn the science of life and earn the masters | |
| Trapped in the havoc, i' m forced to go the whole | |
| Although, it might spell a jail cell and no parole | |
| I fight with the force of steve austin | |
| Until my arms can no longer hold off the coffin | |
| In this ghetto heaven, god bless the children | |
| Whose shattered dreams are offered and hard to mend | |
| We don' t believe in heaven, we livin in hell | |
| Tryin to escaped, but fate' s sealed in the bomb shell | |
| Feelin like u' ey, he knew they would pnat the plot | |
| When hightech surveillance got my moves on watch | |
| So, i drop jewels, use the music to educate | |
| Can' t celebrate ' til we elevate | |
| chorus |