Grand Prix Lyrics - Singles - Inspectah Deck

Get out, and use your real skills 

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the lyrical grand prix 

We have our drivers racin' for a three million dollar purse 

Winner takes all, gentlemen start your engines 

Give me room, hit the tune 

Feature presentation comin' soon, early June 

Killa Bee platoon, well groomed 

Spells doom, raise the volume 

You react like a werewolf in a full moon 

With the force of a Trojan horse pushin', forward 

Have your seatbelt fastened 

We blastin' into orbit, movin' toward a new chamber 

Wu-banger number 9, expert precision and design 

Mastermind the plan took a matter of time 

From the confinds of the cold world I shine 

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It's amazin', the grace, change in the pace 

Blazin' the brakes, invadin' your space 

Which remains in the race, claimin' first place 

Raisin' the stakes, it's a game to disgrace 

I hold many jewels, drop more than I wear 

I come in peace, prepare for the warfare 

The invincible fold, when they're caught in the square 

And the talk mad shit when the coast is clear 

Yes, ladies and gentlemen 

We've just completed the first lap 

Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build with rap scholars 

Guns and wallets, prowess, Staten Island stylist 

12 men roster, live long, prosper 

Street philosopher, you end up like Jimmy Hoffa 

Ain't a damn thing changed but the aim, bullet range 

Strange universe, I was nursed to blow your mainframe 

Think first, convert, all verse live in concert 

Pull a skirt, burst, while ya'll niggaz star search 

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Mind your's, why you eyein' mines for 

Posin' like a Matten dog, I must got somethin' you wanna die for 

Touch mine, reach him up, his headline, both grant 

Nine inch rusty splint push through your nose vent 

Got my eyes on the grand prize, place your bet 

Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an upset 

Hold the burner close by my hands and my pocket 

Hold the trophy high and keep my eyes on the prophet 

And a new driver has entered the contest 

Ladies and gentlemen, driver number 99 

In the red car 

Fog lights beam, car 99 Supreme 

A high-powered machine spits sparks of gaboline 

The smell of gasoline, motor roar, the crowd roars 

The rag tuck rip, box cut caught in my jaws 

Enforcin' my laws, rap mirage in my garage 

The grease lightnin', dusty rose, shake him, bon voyage 

Now duel of the iron, flyin' feud for you writers 

The speed demon, rebel talk, triggers, freedom fighters 

Was tracked in the cock pit, I'm writin' exact 

I'm crushin' corners, who that kid ridin' the track 

With the Wu helmet, 6th nigga, 5 cars track 

The last but not least, I bliss through the scrimmage 

No brakes, I dart, I'm racin' for the finish 

Understand my hunger for my land down under 

It's the thunderous rush, after the sounds get crush 

The purse snatchin' pound, by all means snatch cream 

Tear your ass out of town 

As we near the final lap 

Team Wu-Tang seems to be buildin' 

A sizeable lead on the competition 

Yo, I know how to fold 'em like Kenny Rogers 

Popular demand, over stand these piranhas 

Movin' on the track like a Monaco GT 

I stand out similar to 3D on your TV 

Easily breezin' watchin' the speed dial climb 

Style of rhyme, left the foes miles behind 

Leavin' skid marks on the charts 

Aimed at the hearts of the fake, sparked on the tapes 

It's starts from the gate, darts penetrate 

Freestyle as the decoy to sharpen the bait 

Holdin' major weight, my Supreme Team dominates 

Circulatin', takin' all bets you place 

In and out of state, twirlin' L's on the freeway 

NY to SC, NC to VA, GA to MD, CA to KY 

FL to IL, TX to MI 

As we near the checkered flag, ladies and gentlemen 

Team Wu-Tang's holdin' down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions 

And it looks like it's goin' to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang 

As they take home another pot of gold with this three million dollar purse 

Rebel INS, U-God, Street Life 

Get the loot, get the loot 

Cash money y'all, cash money ya'll, cash money ya'll