Inspectah Deck - A Lil Story lyrics

(Intro: (sample) Inspectah Deck) (Everything's black, black is d**h I knew there was something wrong when I saw that light Am I... Am I going blind? Tell me, am I going blind?) House Gang, Urban Icon Your big brother Deck in ya face A/K/A the General Maximus A/K/A Radar, A/K/A Excalibur Sword Bearer, RZA, what up? (Inspectah Deck) I keep a blunt lit, holding my nuts, dark Caesar cut Throw some dough on the wood, things can be discussed I stay thirsty, grind and play Dirty Worthy like James, with Nikes and game jerseys Third degree penmenship, flow is effortless Make the ma** congengrate, like they methodists Specialists, I'm ya draft pick, catch ya flicks Heads get right off of this, it's that sh** k**a Hill madness, we at it Fantastic like the Four, it's automatic Off with the hinges, when it come down to legal tenders It's business, we get in ya blood with no syringes Certified live, provide the dope side Both coasts slide, my vibe is so fly Sick kid, see me get big with six fig's I flip wigs, let it be known, the kid lives (Chorus: Inspectah Deck) Here's a little story, that I got's to tell About the R to the E, to the B-E-L Dipped off the scene, n***az throught he fell But now I'm back making heads spin like Sprewells (Inspectah Deck) With the, eye of the tiger, like Stallone I hit the microphone, my life can't be cloned by Spike Jonze While y'all busy Being John Malchovich, ain't even bout it Come out the house and see the streets, coward With a fainted heart, make easy pray for the sharks And bravehearts, bang hard, and aim sharp On every block, something sold, is something cold At ya back, so nothing's told after the fact Yeah, I dwell where they bring the hell, kings'll fell I try to leave the light, still my name ring bells And I'mma be here for a minute, all in it From the scrimmage, I was born with it, come on, get it If you want it bad, we got automat's for ya f*gs Take ya manhood, along with all you have It's the Undadogz, hunger, dog, we run the yard Dance with the wolves, and that's the fun part I get my weight up, benchin' the world Me, my man and my girl, thorough in my sec', reppin' my borough Head shots of Henny, plenty broads in they cut offs Send 'em on a date with your boss, when ya nut off, you done off Blood lost, is more than a game, torture and pain It's all for the fortune and fame, I said Blood lost, is more than a game, torture and pain It's all for the fortune and fame (Chorus 2X)