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    [Intro: Inspectah Deck]
    The nigga had a pair of Air Olden Polynice's on
    Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christen Slaters
    Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital
    Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggaz
    Rockin' the latest in Ben Stillaways
    Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggaz
    Now that's a money thing
    Yo yo

    [Hook: Inspectah Deck *singing*]
    I was +Dashing+ through the hood
    Eighteens with the whip, smoke gray
    Leavin' skid marks on five-oh, smokin' all the way
    With my all-star team, bitches see our shine
    Yo son we gotta make that +CREAM+ whether raps or Nixon times

    [Inspectah Deck]
    They call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body Dinali
    Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey
    I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
    Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy
    I'll probably splash her tonight, don't block
    Sippin' on Lime Bacardi got me toxy
    Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
    Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti
    Snatch the +CREAM+, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby
    Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni
    like I'm still coppin' big eights from papi
    Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party
    It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the body
    But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to knock me
    I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky
    Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head like a natty dread
    then call myself Collar Ratsi
    Professionally trained, I am for your artery
    I give the autographs but charge for photography
    Not hardly kid, you awkward Godbody
    You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock Wallys
    Spark the brocolli, spaz off this ghetto opery
    Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya posse

    [Chorus x4: Inspectah Deck]
    Come, come, come
    One for the dough, son
    Give me the reasons

    They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly
    Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy
    He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy
    Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty
    Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on Sunday?
    While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay
    Mere fact that the track was a fierce counterattack
    All those who couldn't multiply were sent back
    No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the heart
    Tainted the heart of an empire, was torn apart
    Brought to a halt from a front full assault
    The chemist left the lab with undetermined results
    They saw the swordsman sift electrical volts
    The audience threw nuts with loose screws and bolts
    The archives automatically changed ya stiff vibes
    It was layin' in the zip drive from chest five

    [Chorus x4]

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