Artist: Inspectah Deck
Album:  n/a
Song:   Sword Play
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Inspectah Deck]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..
Rebel I.N.S., your highness
A/K/A Iyatollah, the high roller
Title holder, with my nigga J-Love
Brace yourself, one-two, yo..

I swing swords runnin the floor like Charlie Ward
Clutch shooter, crash the SSL boards
Should've scored when it come crunch time
One time tried to steal my sunshine, no time to unwind
I put my hand on my hip, don't let the black chrome slip
Loose lips cause full clips to blind the strip
So I walked swift, totin the Johnny Walker fifth
Niggaz talk shit, real heads be spazzin off this
From the Shao' borough, that be the sect' I claim
Test my Grain, find the cause of death hard to explain
With the pen still smokin I drop the next lame
He got the same hot flame before the cops came
I be makin, heads spin like Daton
While takin you back to phat tags and breakin
This is menage a trois for your mental
Diggin out the instrumental, I drive you wild like a rental

[Chorus 2X: Kung Fu sample]
The tiger will pray on all techniques
The tiger is fast, but tough, fierce and hard
Now sink one!
	Your Sword Play, Inspectah has much improved

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo..
Hitman like Thomas Herns, bustin while the weed burns
Shorty sixteen yearns for my crew to take turns
I'm a loose cannon, medically examined
Found deadly as a plague, soon to spread like famine
Splurgin, livin out the dirty version
Throwin rocks at the ghetto birds circlin the urban
Workin overtime, you notice the shine
Niggaz scope mine, might as well work for po-nine
My Wu sign lights up the City like it's Gotham
Started from the bottom, then rose to stardom
Hit 'em with the anthem, words never forgotten
Modern day marksman, Killa Bee squadron
Often dangerously crash the party
While he be toxy on dark Bacardi
Next thing you know, lights on, time to go
Bitches cursin niggaz out like they ain't got dough

[Chorus 4X]

[Inspectah Deck]
Shaolin, Killah Hills, 10304
Rebel I, terrify, S-I, N-Y
And what? Head or gut