Semi Automatic Full Rap Metal Jacket - Inspectah Deck

featuring 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 

Chorus 2X 

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 
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