Grand Prix - Inspectah Deck

featuring Street Life  U God 

[Inspectah Deck] 
Ladies and gentlemen  welcome to the lyrical grand prix 
We have our drivers racin for a $3 000 000 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, flowin, have your seatbelt fastened 
We blastin into orbit, Wu restore the 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 
It's amazin, the grace, changin in the place 
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 

[Street Life] 
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 y'all niggaz star search 
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 
9 inch rusty splint push through your nose is 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