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Intro: Inspectah Deck 

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin 
The special technique of shadowboxing 

Poisonous  poisonous (word word word) 
I should slap all y'all niggaz for coming in my fuckin face with that shit 
Alright cool yeah  go ahead man... 
Poisonous 

Verse One: Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS 

Poisonous paragraphs  smash ya phonograph 
in half  it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath 
First class leavin mics with a cast 
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast 
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta 
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker 
I scored from the inner slums abroad 
And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord 
First they criticize, but now they have become 
mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise 
Now I testify, the rest is I, Rebel INS 
Ya highness, blessed to electrify 
with voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll 
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real 
Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues 
Part time minor leagues receive third degrees 
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back 
then guard you, and bust through like a fullback 

Verse Two: Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Tony Starks 

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard 
Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards 
Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta digits 
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets 
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends 
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins 
What a dosage, you overdosed in rap 
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis 
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers 
Record-breaking the album Thriller 
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers 
Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor 
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare 
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs 
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers 
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs 
Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor 
Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers 
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors 
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers 
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic 
Blew my family overseas in mansions 
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour cats 
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin 
Village niggaz get slapped in Manhattan 
for rappin, big Ghost steps off laffin 

(Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me? 
I've learned so many styles, forgive me) 

Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds 

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get turns 
Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's king 
Projects filled with young men cause threats 
Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and techs 
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life shit 
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit 
Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes 
Keepin up on fakes outta state for cakes 
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making dough off of 
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that 
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt 
Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight hats 
Corners, stay surrounded with foreigners 
Whattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his bread 
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with charges 
Unify layin in the guard with La 
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina 
Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers 
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed 
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect 
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah 
Pro black like tar 
Designin the fly shit and stay shinin and 
the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine wine 
Concrete raps go to black 
with 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map 
Knew it's all good and all done what, we want some 
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun 

Verse Four: The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion 

The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own 
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone 
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless shotties 
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like potties 
I bomb facts, my sword is an axe 
to split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks 
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows 
How we move like wolfs in sheep clothes 
Producin data, microchips or software 
Undaground and off air, the Land of the Lost 
Notorious henchman from the North 
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed

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