*eerie winds blow* *winds die down as beat drops* It had to be this way This is for real Nobody said it would be easy So let it be (ooh. oh yeah) Aiyyo, S.I.N.Y., Killa Bee hive Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll wit' the live Sweet Love, sweep 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, preparin' for your sianora Torture, test my word as I come like orca Niggaz need life supporters, for bein' so weak I speak as a veteran and lace the heads I've creased and live my footprints wherever I've blessed my presence I.N.S., livin' legend 'til the essence Givin' with no prescription, this is the medicine Settin' a new standard, they fail measurin' up to They suck too, thorns in the hustle Pawns in the struggle, darts fly like C.I.s beyond the jungle Trouble Man can't dance the Hollywood Shuffle Knees buckle when the Killa Bees come thru All you heard was "1, 2", then the gun blew Question is, "From who?", numb you like a 100 CC's of morphine and daily Keep out of reach of your offsprings Too hot to handle, too cold to hold You pumpin' that Substance, that's Uncontrolled *repeat 2x* Too cold to hold, Substance -- Uncontrolled 5-0 said, "Tell it to the judge", I never told Never fold, know some turn like fake gold Young and old I look down like parole holds In the midst where the clips blow, I rip shows Hit your zip code, my sick flow condones Soon to spread like Ebola, the autopsy showed the reports, another Jon Doe -- overdoser Overexposure, facin' the flame thrower I hold you hostage, the code name's the Iyatollah Mind controller, 2009 time quota The 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 times My life line, buckle like a fine wine, dyin' for mines The dopeman, still livin' 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, spendin' 100's The Substance provides, continuous high I'll give you one free for every 5 sides you buy Gettin' high off my own supply, low in the ride with the low eye, daybreak and makin' dough rise My style's so underground, I write rhymes on fossils Use as directed and wear protective goggles Shaolin's the burough, rap Picasso Blow like a holo-point, foes sure to follow Pop a bottle forever, can't stop tommorow Chewin' all food for thought, hard to swallow Cold like Chicago winds, taps on my convo El Diablo cross the Verazanno P.L.O. 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 We go so deep, it rattles your soul I see many have come, but few are chose for the role in this ritual, rhymes walkin' on hot coals Quick to spot those who pose as friends and foes Wind up violated like I was the P-O Satisfaction or your money back Gotta keep to makin' comebacks It's the best that you ever had Got you fiendin' on the next bag Uncontrolled...