Semi - Automatic Full Rap Metal Jacket Lyrics - Singles - Inspectah Deck

(feat. U-God, Street Thug) 

Yo, yo... 

[Chorus: U-God] 

You can't hack the tactics 

Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic 

You can't hack the tactics 

Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic 

[Verse One: U-God] 

I make mean lean when I pump my spunk 

And hands of chump, of machine gun funk 

I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis 

Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas 

With rigormor', I hit you in the core and 

Pop your legs well in the figure four 

You can't stop the force when the blood is coursin 

Extortion, I'm comin like the headless horseman 

Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune 

Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins 

Don't pop glocks at me then cop a plea 

A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea 

Deep depths makes rappers salted 

Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in 

Lay down them lines with them hard hits 

And I'm harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments 

Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds 

Underground railroad RZA track lay it down 

I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement 

Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went 

It's golden bangles, microphone getting strangled 

Five-star general, scars you want to angle 

Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer 

Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin 

Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings 

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[Chorus x2] 

[Verse Two: Inspector Deck] 

Yo 

I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes 

MC's are shot down long range with sniper aim 

No question marks, the session starts with sparks 

My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts 

Universal soldier, MO's the holder 

Globe in both hands, born to be sole controller 

Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash 

Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph 

Best-seller compose a rough draft 

Razor Sharp vocabulary cut glass 

Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse 

You can't catch my style with bugs and phone taps 

Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless 

Hard targets, underground like black markets 

Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura 

Importer of rough raps that's snuck cross the border 

Semi-automatic attack'll spray y'all 

Liquid Sword swingin slay all, I'm AWOL 

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[Chorus x1.5] 

[Verse Three: Street Thug] 

Wu-Tang be, killin you softly with this song 

You won't survive the outcome I bring Def Jams to your eardrums 

P.L.O. hits the hardest, regardless 

Felony offenders catchin murder one charges 

Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases 

The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators 

I strike back like the Jedi, from N.Y. 

It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin 

I be all you need to rock these mic devices 

Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle 

I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger 

High pursuit for the CREAM like the bodyguard from Bejing 

Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene 

On your facilities, the penalty, DOA 

Bomb shell your burrow like Bombay 

Opposites attack that's why these thieves stay strapped 

As we, travel the glove to put Shaolin on the map 

I show loyalty, to my fans fully 

Operational raps, that bust through your skully 

I'm rated second-to-none I be the top gun 

From the land of the Slums spittin blades from my tongue 

Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper 

Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker 

Watch me bang the headpiece kid there's no survival 

My flow lights up the block like a homicidal 

Murder, underground beef for the burger 

P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of