Uncontrolled Substance Lyrics - Inspectah Deck

*eerie winds blow* 

*winds die down as beat drops* 

It had to be this way 

This is for real 

Nobody said it would be easy 

So let it be (ooh. oh yeah) 

Aiyyo, S.I.N.Y., Killa Bee hive 

Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll wit' the live 

Sweet Love, sweep me in the bug eye, we 'bout to glide 

Head fried, spittin' the scribe, move in disguise 

Wan' test I? Access denied 

I live and die by the motto: let none survive 

Livin' off my last cut, can't hold the sword up 

You can have that for free before I take your best offer 

Stalker, preparin' for your sianora 

Torture, test my word as I come like orca 

Niggaz need life supporters, for bein' so weak 

I speak as a veteran and lace the heads I've creased 

and live my footprints wherever I've blessed my presence 

I.N.S., livin' legend 'til the essence 

Givin' with no prescription, this is the medicine 

Settin' a new standard, they fail measurin' up to 

They suck too, thorns in the hustle 

Pawns in the struggle, darts fly like C.I.s beyond the jungle 

Trouble Man can't dance the Hollywood Shuffle 

Knees buckle when the Killa Bees come thru 

All you heard was "1, 2", then the gun blew 

Question is, "From who?", numb you 

like a 100 CC's of morphine and daily 

Keep out of reach of your offsprings 

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Too hot to handle, too cold to hold 

You pumpin' that Substance, that's Uncontrolled 

*repeat 2x* 

Too cold to hold, Substance -- Uncontrolled 

5-0 said, "Tell it to the judge", I never told 

Never fold, know some turn like fake gold 

Young and old I look down like parole holds 

In the midst where the clips blow, I rip shows 

Hit your zip code, my sick flow condones 

Soon to spread like Ebola, the autopsy showed 

the reports, another Jon Doe -- overdoser 

Overexposure, facin' the flame thrower 

I hold you hostage, the code name's the Iyatollah 

Mind controller, 2009 time quota 

The high roller, sting like a King Cobra 

Blow the whistle on kids who unofficial 

Pistol pops, ceremony deep within the gristle 

Nickel and dime, rhymes sign of the times 

My life line, buckle like a fine wine, dyin' for mines 

The dopeman, still livin' like the postman 

Patrol man, saw the hand-to-hand, did I run? 

They know I got the teens strung, plus the fiends come 

in abundance, lined up, spendin' 100's 

The Substance provides, continuous high 

I'll give you one free for every 5 sides you buy 

Gettin' high off my own supply, low in the ride 

with the low eye, daybreak and makin' dough rise 

Photos 

My style's so underground, I write rhymes on fossils 

Use as directed and wear protective goggles 

Shaolin's the burough, rap Picasso 

Blow like a holo-point, foes sure to follow 

Pop a bottle forever, can't stop tommorow 

Chewin' all food for thought, hard to swallow 

Cold like Chicago winds, taps on my convo 

El Diablo cross the Verazanno 

P.L.O. Style, released while the beasts raid 

and those who can't stand the heat, they seek shade 

The rapture was told of how one man tackled the globe 

We go so deep, it rattles your soul 

I see many have come, but few are chose for the role 

in this ritual, rhymes walkin' on hot coals 

Quick to spot those who pose as friends and foes 

Wind up violated like I was the P-O 

Satisfaction or your money back 

Gotta keep to makin' comebacks 

It's the best that you ever had 

Got you fiendin' on the next bag 

Uncontrolled...