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)