Inspectah Deck, Force MD’s - Uncontrolled Substance lyrics

It had to be this way (Had to be, for real)
Nobody said it would be easy
So let it be (O oh) , ayo

SINY, Killa Bee hive
East side, duckin' the five
Roll with the live
Sweet Love scoop me in the bug eye
We 'bout to glide
Head fried, spittin' the scribe
Move in disguise wan' test I? Access denied
I live and die by the
Motto "let none survive"
Livin' off my last cut
Can't hold the sword up
You can have that for free before
I take your best offer
Stalker, preparing for your sayonara
Torture, test my waters, I come like orca
Niggas need life supporters for bein' so weak
I speak as a veteran and


Lace the heads I've creased
And leave my footprints wherever
I've blessed my presence
INS living legend 'til the essence
Given with no prescription
This is the medicine
Setting a new standard they fail measuring
Up to, they suck too, thorns in the hustle
Pawns in the struggle
Darts fly like CIs beyond the jungle
Trouble Man can't dance the Hollywood Shuffle
Knees buckle when the Killa Beez come through
All you heard was "one, two"
Then the gun blew question is, "From who?"
Numb you like a hundred CCs of morphine
Taken daily
Keep out of reach of your offsprings

Too hot to handle (Yes, the streets is hot)
Too cold to hold (Oh, so cold)
Pumpin' that substance that's uncontrolled
(Uncontrolled, uncontrolled)
Too hot to handle (yeah)
Too cold to hold (Too cold)
Pumpin' that substance that's uncontrolled
(Oh, so cold, oh, so cold)

Too cold to hold, substance uncontrolled
Five-O said, "Tell it to the judge
" I never told
Never fold, though some turn like fake gold
Young and old I lock down like parole holds
In the midst where the clips blow
I rip shows
Hit your zip code, my sick flow get dough
Soon to spread like Ebola
The autopsy showed the reports
Another John Doe overdoser
Overexposure, facin' the flame thrower
I hold ya hostage, code name's the Ayatollah
Mind controller, 2009 time quota
High roller, sting like a king cobra
Blow the whistle on kids who unofficial
Pistol pops, ceremony deep within the gristle
Nickel and dime, rhymes sign of the time
My lifeline
Bubble like a fine wine, dyin' for mines
The dope man deliver like the postman
Patrol man saw the hand-to hand, did I run?
They know I got the teens strung
Plus the fiends come
In abundance, lined up, spending hundreds
The substance provides continuous high
I'll give you one free for
Every five sides you buy
Getting high off my own supply
Low in the ride with the low eye
Daybreak and making dough rise

Too hot to handle
Too cold to hold (Oh, so cold)
Pumpin' that substance that's uncontrolled
(Uncontrolled, uncontrolled)
Too hot to handle
Too cold to hold (Ooh, so cold)
Pumpin' that substance that's uncontrolled

My style's so underground
I write rhymes on fossils
Use as directed and wear protective goggles
Shaolin's the borough, rap Picasso
Blow like a hollow point, foes sure to follow
Pop a bottle, forever can't stop tomorrow
Chewing all food for thought, hard to swallow
Cold like Chicago winds, taps on my convo
El Diablo cross the Verrazano
PLO style, released while the beasts raid
And those who can't stand the heat
They seek shade the rapture was told of how
One man tackled the globe
It goes so deep it rattles your soul
I see many have come
But few are chose for the role
In this ritual, rhymes walking on hot coals
Quick to spot those who pose
As friend and foes
Wind up violated like I was the PO

Satisfaction or your money back
Guaranteed keep to make you come back
It's the best that you ever had
Got you fiending on the next bag

Too hot to handle (Much too hot)
Too cold to hold (Ooh, yeah)
You're pumpin' that substance
That's uncontrolled
(Uncontrolled, uncontrolled)
Too hot to handle (Too hot) too cold to hold
You're pumpin' that substance
That's uncontrolled (Cold)

Uncontrolled