Lyrics

[Unknown conversation which carries over from the last track] That's Black? What up, God? A-yo, shorty got beef with that nigga? Word? {*blam, blam blam*} Oh, shit!!! Yo! Hold the fuck up! [Intro: Inspectah Deck] A-yo, yo, like eight niggas down (Just enough) Fuckin' around with my sound (For the cit-ayyyy) It's a cold world Yo, bring backup (Cit-ayyyy) Fuckin' with me and mine Murderous, check it [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Yo! The world is shifty, we livin' just enough for the city The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home In closed coffins, Wu stormin' like the light brigade Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon Inside the cyber age, crime pays The law's long arm be tryna strong arm Walkin' time-bombs that thrive on firearms The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote The antidote be seekin' like a buried treasure By every measure, lethally inject your whole sector Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes Across the desert sand, leavin' no footprints to trace Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Yo, yo, we livin' just enough (Livin' just enough) Just enough (For the cit-ayyyy) Just enough for the cit-ayyyy [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, in the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey Plots to bump me off, G-O-V-T on the hunt for me We stay hungry for money, drugs and guns Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs Know the science be my guidance The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence And break the project's silence A vision, distance way beyond four corners Escape this mental prison before we're all goners Now embrace the world before the World War explosive bomber Visionary soldier karma — my code of honor Mind still scarred from the drama Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror Military chopper come gun down the slum The outcome — do or die, son! It's bound to come Mentally aware, I see truth within the square The future's here, catch me on computer software Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official Issue .38 specials, that step through Like Nat Turner, create a spectacle I may die in the scuffle, but I'm takin' forty devils [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] We livin' just enough Just enough Just enough For the cit-ayyyy For the cit-ayyyy [Outro: Inspectah Deck] Killa Beez, stingin' MC's Yeah, Wu