One two one two one two Are we on the air? Hello mom, I'd like to make a request Sending this out to all the non believers and all the supporters all those… Friendly foes who chose to pump this Specialist I-N-S, my man "Stretch" Armstrong Don't need the prologue We gonna give it to ya raw, yo, yo…
I got sight beyond sight like the sword of omens Beats you left broken by the wise word spoken Survive living drivin my blood money hunger Snakes lay waiting patiently to steal your thunder We stay sharp, state of the art, tear the stage apart Razor sharp poison darts raid the charts Through the underground some are found chained aground The gun shot shhhhh
Yo, yo, the hood life, I'm in it to the limit Wouldn't quit it for a digit Die for it cause I live it Before I let go I correct dough, I bust my shh About to blow the lid off, alert the metro I glow like a laser light show your eyes squint Vibrant, true colors that move swift and silent Living by the day hearts are cold like winter nights Got a hot hand on the dice, in this game of life A-alikes in tune, immune to snake bites Roll like the blue coats with no lights late night Smooth criminal, born original, on a lyrical, high Perform miracles before your third eye Sir I, knight of the round table Rocking the kings ground able, to hold it down stable Player don't take nines to make minds dearly duty Fatal beauties seduced me Used to be a Hootie and the Blowfish groupie, unruly Fists of fury fly loosely, cash still rule ain't nothing new tuck your jewelry jewelry jewelry
Yo, yo, yo, this is a little sample on how we start to trample But I'm-a blast off one more time For ya'll to press rewind, yo, yo,
Yo just when you thought it was safe to make a name for yourself The blows dealt, get stripped for your belt Bring your garments, feather-weights don't know what you involved in Revolving in, fantasy and dilute dissolving My hip-hop quoted as an uncontrolled substance Rough in the beginning, this been in my blood since my child days Blazed rookies on entry level, empty metal jackets are found a sign of rebel The ayatollah, Kenny Rodgers in the game a high roller Sidekick, lucky hands a dice thrower Amputate tracks blow back the mic hold up Golden acts played come down, the mic's over Taking flight in the rover, noble street soldier Deep cover mission rap spies peek my folder I.N.S., a.k.a. Jay Hunter Vocal gunner known to chokehold, the funky drummer Hundred city tour for the summer Pop the last dog, Wu forever roar through your forerunner My all-star team put up Jordan-like numbers Small wonder get your welcome mats snatched from under Word up
Sicking all that But I'm a still hit ya with the feed back It's an actual fact My man "Stretch" Armstrong rips the track Like that, like that like that, like that like that