Inspectah Deck - Who Got It Lyrics
"He who write the songs.." - repeated throughout the intro[Intro: Inspectah Deck]Festos (who got it, huh, who got it?)Underdawgz in the building, U.D.'s (who got it, huh, who got it?)Streetlife, Size/7, what, Johnny Blaze (who got it, huh, who got it?)Yeah, what, it's a Shaolin thing y'all, get familiar[Inspectah Deck]Truth scholar, you holla up the few dollarsI work it overtime, whether white or blue collarI prove my honor, cuz I been through the dramaWu-Chronicles, and I continue the sagaChart topper, rhyme tough as body armorWhen I speak, I hold the globe like a Dhali LlamaThe flow is aqua, pa, you swimmin' wit the known piranhaThe soul father, get to know my whole personaLike Shaquana, from Guyana, stay lace in cabanaFor papa, she shake her tata's like maracasFiend for the block opera, your top sponsorGot you locked in the scope of the rocket launcherStop your offers, cop mine, I drop it monsterLet the rhyme inside your mind like chocolate ganja, it's the worst[Chorus: sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)]He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?)He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?)He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?)He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs, he..[Inspectah Deck]I supply the fire, let your headsets be the bombOne song, give you pipe dreams like Cheech & ChongGot dough, cop and go, all else breeze alongBe strong, the high last four weeks longGet your eat on, she'll hold you til the fever is goneGot you cold sweatin', and up creepin' til dawnWide eyed, off the side, no sleepin' on morn'O.D.'ing, just the side effects, so, please be warnedSon, I raise your blood pressure like tight jeans and thongsGuaranteed like throwin' the bomb to KeyshawnPut your peeps on, I spice it up like DijonWe be, ease to calm, to the streets we belongDon't be alarmed, cuz indeed the heat is onSo hot, to touch me, you need tweezers and tongsIf I breathe on the mic, it's left weakened and tornTil he gone, you'll be leanin' like your sneakers are worn, off the worst[Chorus][Inspectah Deck]I got the works, like a Burger deluxe, you heard it was usGot You All in Check like Dirty and Bust'Play dirty and rough, remain thirsty for bucksSeein' dollar signs like today's the first of the monthDunn, it hurts when I touch, flames burst off the verses I bustSome wanna scuff, but ain't worthy enoughWhat? I burn you up rookie, just hang your jersey upI'm on the east side, workin' at a Mercury truckSeen me servin' up the uncut, that certainly crushMurderous, first to bust, expert in the clutchThat's my word up, loose links, lurk in the cutOn the re-up, be sure to catch a third degree rushHere's your beat up, I keep the cut, verbally plushKeep a burnin' Dutch, heat tucked and burgundy chucksWon't you turn it up, them wit the girlies, they lustIt's the dopeman, my jams run your thirty and up, it's the worst[Chorus][sample to end]
