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• Artiste: Inspectah Deck
• Titre: Sound Of The Slums
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(feat. Masta Killa) [kung fu fighting] [Inspectah Deck:] It's the sound of the slums, drama with drums You pop shots with the corks, cause a problem for some Got the whole city up, floatin' with the semi tuck Roamin' out of zone, and I'm known in the gritty cuts And a Wu Killa Bee co-d, dumpin' off Broad day, no macks, so you know it's me Notice me, I shine like July sun Live son, I'm a rider through provide one Show the CREAM, I bust and blow the scene In a fast car, kickin' up dust and smoke screen Hit a nigga hard as Joe Green, his whole team Feel it, swollen veins, a dope fiend feeling Coming out the mouth, like you won't be killing Yeah, you sold three million but you banned on the block Long guns to your face, pass the mansion and yacht And you ain't retaliatin' man, you ran to the cops [Masta Killa:] Uh, all gangstas and fellow MC's, we now meet The threat is now an actual fact, and that's the least The lion paw, ripping your jaw, dismantle face piece You may not have heard of seen, my Murder One Team Something's best untold, crime related I am who I am, so fuck it, if son stuck it We all lay to play to the best, sip the fine grace My rugged lifestyle is survived, I don't apoligize Hustle is the road I chose, there's no compremising When the guns is drawn, shots fire Son, all my killas is fam, nothing hired Ya'll faggot niggaz wired for sound, before the things blast Wait for the train to past, man, face down We straight from the murder capital town, it goes down Daily on the regular, dressed in assassin attire The bulletproof rap, strap 'em with the bomb to his body Ain't no coming back...