Who Got It

"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 dollars



I work it overtime, whether white or blue collar



I prove my honor, cuz I been through the drama



Wu-Chronicles, and I continue the saga



Chart topper, rhyme tough as body armor



When I speak, I hold the globe like a Dhali Llama



The flow is aqua, pa, you swimmin' wit the known piranha



The soul father, get to know my whole persona



Like Shaquana, from Guyana, stay lace in cabana



For papa, she shake her tata's like maracas



Fiend for the block opera, your top sponsor



Got you locked in the scope of the rocket launcher



Stop your offers, cop mine, I drop it monster



Let 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 bomb



One song, give you pipe dreams like Cheech & Chong



Got dough, cop and go, all else breeze along



Be strong, the high last four weeks long



Get your eat on, she'll hold you til the fever is gone



Got you cold sweatin', and up creepin' til dawn



Wide eyed, off the side, no sleepin' on morn'



O.D.'ing, just the side effects, so, please be warned



Son, I raise your blood pressure like tight jeans and thongs



Guaranteed like throwin' the bomb to Keyshawn



Put your peeps on, I spice it up like Dijon



We be, ease to calm, to the streets we belong



Don't be alarmed, cuz indeed the heat is on



So hot, to touch me, you need tweezers and tongs



If I breathe on the mic, it's left weakened and torn



Til 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 us



Got You All in Check like Dirty and Bust'



Play dirty and rough, remain thirsty for bucks



Seein' dollar signs like today's the first of the month



Dunn, it hurts when I touch, flames burst off the verses I bust



Some wanna scuff, but ain't worthy enough



What? I burn you up rookie, just hang your jersey up



I'm on the east side, workin' at a Mercury truck



Seen me servin' up the uncut, that certainly crush



Murderous, first to bust, expert in the clutch



That's my word up, loose links, lurk in the cut



On the re-up, be sure to catch a third degree rush



Here's your beat up, I keep the cut, verbally plush



Keep a burnin' Dutch, heat tucked and burgundy chucks



Won't you turn it up, them wit the girlies, they lust



It's the dopeman, my jams run your thirty and up, it's the worst







[Chorus]







[sample to end]