Killa Sin & Inspectah Deck Freestyle

Tony Touch & Killa Sin & Inspectah Deck - Rap
Killa Sin & Inspectah Deck Freestyle
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[Verse 1: Killa Sin] I get sun tone, sin known to make niggas fold on the scene Now pussies turn green like fake gold Them don't want it, shits real, like thoughts to ya stomach Nigga run it, shots make ya heart rate plummet on the ground Face down, clown, don't make a sound, prison bound The side of your crown, my culture pound Punk cop, killa rocked, ya knocked one walked one stopped Glock his ass popped in my zoombox I'm too hot, tell me what you wanna do brah Yo we could keep it in the streets or we could take it to the rooftops Dead life, the infared light, aimed at ya head right Blazed off, bitches in black visit ya gravesight With Technicalities to stop reality, in for the salary Keep my shit fat like extra calories You gotta be bleedin', niggas done dropped, aight? Now you slipped up, bringin' a rock to a gat fight And illegitimate niggas who feelin' it, with swollen ligaments Shit that's wrecked, know that sin far from innocent What? Raw bombin' the test, a baller distressed it's marvelous (A son of a gun) who stay revolver-less I keeps the automatic for the static with an ill pact to live To gat like grand mac [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Some demon to the game I sometimes gasp for air Deadly warfare with hot blast cops and cold stares Shots flare like fireworks on July the 4th Weapons are tossed, fugitives slide north Maneuverin' thru mean streets with 4 wheel drives I rise like this tide, peace spies and true lies High roller, Rebel-I soldier, raw like I rolled ya Killa Bee sting like king cobra Car speeds and nigs bomb beats and cause casualties My faculty hold it down like, gravity, rapidly Sweating like rappers to adolescents Ghetto residents quick to pass extra presents State of the slums, kill for a plate of crumbs, the fake ones The courts will smile with snake tongues And talk shit, I hold my weight like a forklift Talks in offices with execs and corporate bosses Forces combine new world 2009 Digital criminals who make mils in cyber crimes It's all planned ahead, due time, I see the signs One of the great minds, the heaviest chains cannot blind [Verse 3: Killa Sin] Yo, point blank my clan rocks it, 13 shot clips I'm toxic Pummel when he said (bow bow) it's like a rocket Explode in ya face with bass, full of force Fuck the Hitler, style more sicker than holocaust The flipper, quicker sticker upper You faker motherfuckers who black Cut these black rocks and match each others I'm also ready for the world, ignint girl, with guns up, pants down And nobody said it clown I'm tellin' ya, nigga better watch your ass The spread of the blast, competitors fast, you niggas better ask Somebody, who caught the clash with the shottie Brother had the Tommy (yo what, what?) the mic and Pradie The night bomb, burn mic palms, dead advice Sun's two strikes, once you bite what I write, but I ignite lungs Some bruisers, I braise em Action packed gat's, n' clack on you wack rap acts for satisfaction Seven whole days like Toni Braxton on tapes The raps I make, generate tracks that fascinate Assassinate, wanna be rough, rugged and raw Hardcore, motherfuckers its war It ain't safe no more, nigga! *beat change* [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries Lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when the pen hits tremendous Ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millennium Killer Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Bees ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow, swinging swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block
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Credits
- Writers
- Killa Sin
- Inspectah Deck