Hyperdermix - Explicit Version Lyrics
| Song | Hyperdermix - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Inspectah Deck |
| Album | Uncontrolled Substance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hunter, Paul-Mitchell | |
| (Inspectah Deck) | |
| Yo, the bare facts make 'em take Flight like Air Max | |
| Hyperdermix raps, share it and you'll both have tracks | |
| Dope man supply fire to wax, push your wigs back | |
| Hit ya like a tall cat, make ya relapse | |
| Never before have ya ever heard this level of raw | |
| My metaphors touch down like the hammer of Thor | |
| Knee deep into the war, sirens and gats roar | |
| Livin life, ragin bull, life's the matador | |
| I soar, above the law, branded illegal | |
| They still rush my door cuz I'm power to the people | |
| Sharp as an eagle's claw, certified lethal | |
| Keanu Reaves can't match the Speed I exceed to | |
| Crash the party, make 'em jump like KenEvil | |
| I take cash in advance and blast off on retrieval | |
| "Check the bangin sounds that I invent, marvelous... | |
| Check--check, marvelous... | |
| Check the bangin--the bangin sounds that I invent" -> Ghostface Killah | |
| (Inspectah Deck) | |
| Yo, yo | |
| I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm | |
| Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison | |
| For those on the streets, rock ir in your system | |
| One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin | |
| Representin all those who ain't got a pot to piss in | |
| Went from small timer to a top position | |
| I'm not kiddin, so what? Radio's not mixin | |
| While shots whistlin, niggas on my block listen | |
| to the Uncontrolled, mentally hold you P.O.W. | |
| Comin through, ain't no good, ain't no love for you | |
| Cameleons play the wrong side of the fence | |
| Switchin like Clark Kent when the drama commence | |
| Ladies and gent's, my poetry's beyond intense | |
| Find me in the trench, while you hold your spot on the bench | |
| Best invest in me, favored heavenly | |
| I.N.S., address me, as your excellency | |
| Successfully defendin my belt with first rounders | |
| Where close friends get treated the same as out-of-towners | |
| "Check--check--check--check the bangin sounds that I invent... | |
| Check--check--check--check--check--check... | |
| Check the bangin--the bangin--the bangin... | |
| The bangin sounds--sounds that I invent" -> Ghostface Killah | |
| (Inspectah Deck) | |
| Jurrasic insides, I rise above the norm' | |
| Urban icon, ridin on the eye of the storm | |
| Veteran form, spaz like memories of 'nam | |
| Duckin bombs on the rendezvous with Miss Saigon | |
| Calm assassin, showin my face so they can know | |
| When on Beatstreet, I paint a picture like Raymo | |
| On the lay-low, makin dough, aimin to blow | |
| Got away to go, so I'm just takin it slow | |
| >From the Shao' borough, throwin the thoroughbred flow | |
| Echoin in the ghetto, throughout the metro | |
| 'Bout to let it go, give me some room to elbow | |
| Watch bitches stick to a nigga like velcro | |
| Yo, the plan is to grap what I can within my reach | |
| Expand like the crystal white sands that fill the beach | |
| With my hand on the piece, one eye is on the beast | |
| Through the rhyme I teach history class and move the mass | |
| .. | |
| I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm | |
| Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison | |
| For those on the streets, rock ir in your system | |
| One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo* | |
| I can't, won't, don't stop rockin to the rhythm | |
| Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison | |
| For those on the streets, rock ir in your system | |
| One's restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo* |
| zuo ci : Hunter, PaulMitchell | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Yo, the bare facts make ' em take Flight like Air Max | |
| Hyperdermix raps, share it and you' ll both have tracks | |
| Dope man supply fire to wax, push your wigs back | |
| Hit ya like a tall cat, make ya relapse | |
| Never before have ya ever heard this level of raw | |
| My metaphors touch down like the hammer of Thor | |
| Knee deep into the war, sirens and gats roar | |
| Livin life, ragin bull, life' s the matador | |
| I soar, above the law, branded illegal | |
| They still rush my door cuz I' m power to the people | |
| Sharp as an eagle' s claw, certified lethal | |
| Keanu Reaves can' t match the Speed I exceed to | |
| Crash the party, make ' em jump like KenEvil | |
| I take cash in advance and blast off on retrieval | |
| " Check the bangin sounds that I invent, marvelous... | |
| Checkcheck, marvelous... | |
| Check the banginthe bangin sounds that I invent" Ghostface Killah | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Yo, yo | |
| I can' t, won' t, don' t stop rockin to the rhythm | |
| Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison | |
| For those on the streets, rock ir in your system | |
| One' s restin in piece, in my heart ya livin | |
| Representin all those who ain' t got a pot to piss in | |
| Went from small timer to a top position | |
| I' m not kiddin, so what? Radio' s not mixin | |
| While shots whistlin, niggas on my block listen | |
| to the Uncontrolled, mentally hold you P. O. W. | |
| Comin through, ain' t no good, ain' t no love for you | |
| Cameleons play the wrong side of the fence | |
| Switchin like Clark Kent when the drama commence | |
| Ladies and gent' s, my poetry' s beyond intense | |
| Find me in the trench, while you hold your spot on the bench | |
| Best invest in me, favored heavenly | |
| I. N. S., address me, as your excellency | |
| Successfully defendin my belt with first rounders | |
| Where close friends get treated the same as outoftowners | |
| " Checkcheckcheckcheck the bangin sounds that I invent... | |
| Checkcheckcheckcheckcheckcheck... | |
| Check the banginthe banginthe bangin... | |
| The bangin soundssounds that I invent" Ghostface Killah | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Jurrasic insides, I rise above the norm' | |
| Urban icon, ridin on the eye of the storm | |
| Veteran form, spaz like memories of ' nam | |
| Duckin bombs on the rendezvous with Miss Saigon | |
| Calm assassin, showin my face so they can know | |
| When on Beatstreet, I paint a picture like Raymo | |
| On the laylow, makin dough, aimin to blow | |
| Got away to go, so I' m just takin it slow | |
| From the Shao' borough, throwin the thoroughbred flow | |
| Echoin in the ghetto, throughout the metro | |
| ' Bout to let it go, give me some room to elbow | |
| Watch bitches stick to a nigga like velcro | |
| Yo, the plan is to grap what I can within my reach | |
| Expand like the crystal white sands that fill the beach | |
| With my hand on the piece, one eye is on the beast | |
| Through the rhyme I teach history class and move the mass | |
| .. | |
| I can' t, won' t, don' t stop rockin to the rhythm | |
| Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison | |
| For those on the streets, rock ir in your system | |
| One' s restin in piece, in my heart ya livin echo | |
| I can' t, won' t, don' t stop rockin to the rhythm | |
| Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison | |
| For those on the streets, rock ir in your system | |
| One' s restin in piece, in my heart ya livin echo |
| zuò cí : Hunter, PaulMitchell | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Yo, the bare facts make ' em take Flight like Air Max | |
| Hyperdermix raps, share it and you' ll both have tracks | |
| Dope man supply fire to wax, push your wigs back | |
| Hit ya like a tall cat, make ya relapse | |
| Never before have ya ever heard this level of raw | |
| My metaphors touch down like the hammer of Thor | |
| Knee deep into the war, sirens and gats roar | |
| Livin life, ragin bull, life' s the matador | |
| I soar, above the law, branded illegal | |
| They still rush my door cuz I' m power to the people | |
| Sharp as an eagle' s claw, certified lethal | |
| Keanu Reaves can' t match the Speed I exceed to | |
| Crash the party, make ' em jump like KenEvil | |
| I take cash in advance and blast off on retrieval | |
| " Check the bangin sounds that I invent, marvelous... | |
| Checkcheck, marvelous... | |
| Check the banginthe bangin sounds that I invent" Ghostface Killah | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Yo, yo | |
| I can' t, won' t, don' t stop rockin to the rhythm | |
| Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison | |
| For those on the streets, rock ir in your system | |
| One' s restin in piece, in my heart ya livin | |
| Representin all those who ain' t got a pot to piss in | |
| Went from small timer to a top position | |
| I' m not kiddin, so what? Radio' s not mixin | |
| While shots whistlin, niggas on my block listen | |
| to the Uncontrolled, mentally hold you P. O. W. | |
| Comin through, ain' t no good, ain' t no love for you | |
| Cameleons play the wrong side of the fence | |
| Switchin like Clark Kent when the drama commence | |
| Ladies and gent' s, my poetry' s beyond intense | |
| Find me in the trench, while you hold your spot on the bench | |
| Best invest in me, favored heavenly | |
| I. N. S., address me, as your excellency | |
| Successfully defendin my belt with first rounders | |
| Where close friends get treated the same as outoftowners | |
| " Checkcheckcheckcheck the bangin sounds that I invent... | |
| Checkcheckcheckcheckcheckcheck... | |
| Check the banginthe banginthe bangin... | |
| The bangin soundssounds that I invent" Ghostface Killah | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Jurrasic insides, I rise above the norm' | |
| Urban icon, ridin on the eye of the storm | |
| Veteran form, spaz like memories of ' nam | |
| Duckin bombs on the rendezvous with Miss Saigon | |
| Calm assassin, showin my face so they can know | |
| When on Beatstreet, I paint a picture like Raymo | |
| On the laylow, makin dough, aimin to blow | |
| Got away to go, so I' m just takin it slow | |
| From the Shao' borough, throwin the thoroughbred flow | |
| Echoin in the ghetto, throughout the metro | |
| ' Bout to let it go, give me some room to elbow | |
| Watch bitches stick to a nigga like velcro | |
| Yo, the plan is to grap what I can within my reach | |
| Expand like the crystal white sands that fill the beach | |
| With my hand on the piece, one eye is on the beast | |
| Through the rhyme I teach history class and move the mass | |
| .. | |
| I can' t, won' t, don' t stop rockin to the rhythm | |
| Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison | |
| For those on the streets, rock ir in your system | |
| One' s restin in piece, in my heart ya livin echo | |
| I can' t, won' t, don' t stop rockin to the rhythm | |
| Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison | |
| For those on the streets, rock ir in your system | |
| One' s restin in piece, in my heart ya livin echo |
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