Inspectah Deck Lyrics - Kill Too Hard lyrics

Kill Too Hard lyrics (Lyrics)

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[kung fu sample]
They told me, what happened, alright
Youre still young, and things like that always happen
When youll learn, then youll know not to make those mistakes

[Inspectah Deck:]
Really? These dudes dont want it with Deck, no, my set glow
Hate it or you love it, but you gonna respect though
You aint got to know my name, check the blood, sweat & tears
For years, niggas know I bang
Im a made nigga, caking what you call a boss
On my own two, never taking orders from yall
What I spit, get the corners involved, its wreck on the yard
Its House Gang, son, its more than hard
The life thatll glamour and glitz, best believe
On the flip side, nigga, its them hammers and clips
Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip
Camouflage, with they hand on the grip
Aint nothing gon stop kid from getting his due
No, your feets not big enough to fit in his shoe
I dont rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole
On the wire, just not HBO
They under fire, edge around the way we know
They know they time up, guess thats why they hate me so
But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go like
Montana, licking, sniffing crazy blow
Still I be Hard to Kill like Seagal
Warrior built, big shield and long sword
One Six Oohing it, doing it, king size
Salutations, thats respecting the king eyes
For those that follow my lead, attract to the light
At the same time, marvel the speed
Im so dope, I can bottle it free
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[U-God:]
Yo, deep in the bungalo, chopping the motherload
Carving my own path, taking another road
I need a son to soul, he brought the troops with him
It sounds presidential, I got the truth serum
Dont want the booth near him, respect in the sabotage
Im on the patio, stretched in my camouflage
And my grammars hard, the Wolverine skeleton< br>I be the yellow man, snatching on the other brand
But on the other hand, light up the darkness
Im stir fried, nigga, yeah, Im heartless
My apartment is a hole in the wall, nigga
Pass me the rock, stop holding the ball
I told you before, under worser conditions
Chessboxing, nigga, mics a dead body position

[Masta Ace:]
Aiyo, its time to make cash dinero
Im going to the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero
Lie up in your bedroom, smash your bureu
We looking for the money, man, pass the Euro
Apartment to pesos, pass the yen
And, we dont want to have to ask again
Cause we aint gon be laughing then
These three men, take on your whole staff and win
Look, labels stay messing with a cats future
And that weighs on me heavy like Rasputia
But I still keep spitting like a shortshop
Im a be sitting at the table when the cork pop
You gon be sitting at the table with a porkchop
Lacking on the beat like a short cop
Its your boy Ace, BKs own
All you ringtone rap dudes, please stay home, come on