Friction Lyrics - Singles - Inspectah Deck

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 uni, plans of roamin it all 

In the meantime, in between time, we shine 

Dangerous minds travel on this uphill climb 

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If you want some, get some 

This is it, son, this one 

Make 'em feel the friction 

Guarenteed 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 fuck 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 

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 uni 

Blessed with volts of electric, life threatnin segments, it's hectic 

Photos 

Poetry in motion, east to west coastin 

Oas 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 c-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!