Sandman, Streetlife, Carlton Fisk, Inspectah Deck, Method Man - PLO Style (PLO Freestyle Street) lyrics

Hoes on the Verrazzano
A yo, the mad stola, ha ha, word up
Comin' live and direct
(Live, direct) , ladies and gentleman
Buddha monks with the Owls
(Owl, Owl, Owl) , word up first up to fuck
(Fuck) , my nigga Carlton Fisk, yeah

Extortion, execution, brain pollution
PLO style intrusion
Wild like child abuse when attackin'
Those that pose fatal blind sharp shit
The mind's a mental capacity
For my tragically
Get mine, hook a crook, I blast the basslines
Taste mine, , triple zero clear back flow
Hit tracks like grands to blow
Or morphine cuts
Dope fiends slash they wrists up
And Shaolin
Niggas is you with me? Throw your shit up
And analyze the dangеrous sound, ever divide
Thе iller PLO sniper between your eyebrows
Blaow!

Huh, how you like that shit now, uh huh
It's comin' at you, the mad stola, ha ha
(No doubt)
Next up to fuck, Streetlife, break 'em

Cross these enemy lines and get blind
When I flash the nickel plated Nine
Have a blast you was last on the drop
Got your knot rock shooken
Got your block tooken
Men locked down in Brooklyn
House, facilities with multiple injuries
The penalty is death, fuckin' with my family
I intervene the scene, quick
To set it like I'm all before
The cream and reimburse my team
PLO style strippin' MC's off they religion
And leavin' 'em mental midgets
When I be rippin'
Rappin' live from the Killer Hill section
No question
There's no medicine for my infection
Emergency, niggas is dead right
On the murder scene
Conspiracy hit the dread up for the currency
The conqueror, strictly headshots
There's no survival
PLO, MC's is dead on our arrival
Indicted, repeat felon
Convicted of a life sentence
A drug-dealin', bomb shellin'
I fight for territories like a terrorist
Yo who the hell is this?
Facin' the ultimate apocalypse
Streetlife nigga

Yeah, yeah, it be the rebel I in the cut
On some Shaolin what
This is how we do, I got
My nigga loungin' too, a yo, a yo
I set the mic in flames
My name's INS the Rebel
Murder one style, smash my stakes to pebbles
Mental terrorist, specialist at this
Menacin' lyricist leave crews defenseless
Hand designed landmines that go
Off like Nines to paralyze everythin'
Ears ring like door chimes
Heads start to turn like police who pass
Hear the blast
My crew rush through like tear gas
Fuck a mask
We lace the place like the marshalls
Sparkle like diamonds but harmful
As car fumes
Reckless rhymes start relentless, ruckus
And fuck up the party
For you payin' motherfuckers
Once I commence for you ladies and gents
I kick rhymes sharper than barbwire fence
The live and direct from Killah Hill Projects
Staten Island, New York
You can't help but to hawk
Lay it on you gentle
That's if you want it hostile
Sounds so underground
I write my rhymes on fossils
Tools like this force me to get you open
Lyrically wet you up until you soakin'
Word life, we do it mega trife from the ill
The Hill recognize the skill, yeah

Inspectah Deck's on the set
Streetlife, Johnny Blaze, Carlton Fisk
My street family stays together
Always and forever