Five Deez - Instruments of the Trade (The World) lyrics

[Verse 1] Now, the english might be broken but My words fixin' to tell you something The word is love realize the strength of word power All thats left in your last and final hour The word is do not disturb I am with my partner the word We got some biz to take care of handle that And so the word is what you are scared of If you are a s**er emcee That's my word, word is bond And all those other corny hip hop phrases You playin' games with your words Okay some try to math paces I match names and match faces So remember that when you ready put it on whack I slap it on and cut the word homeboy we rollin' like that And as a matter of fact I'm having fun plus the son of my father Hair like wool skin like bronze or copper Word fly like bird, plane or helicopter Also known as a chopper fradulent word operatives Word author show stopper make it sound proper Put 'em together words flow like flowin' water The word sit back and watch or look foolish Drool and slobber over your word Intoxicate your state like vodka On the rocks with scotch Cos our word is top notch We're just slaves to this word call time check your watch It's the shackle [Verse 2] Somebody told me I needed to I need to slow that mess I paid for (word) I told whoever needed the crews j**els a mouth full You'll feel terribly alone Fear of chrome plates instates emotionlessness Are you supposed to be a test? Drama for crime lords Never bored I snore Scored oxygen levels With fortified apperatus for pure hip hop Watch me sniff through these whack little kids Cos the be on us like young chickens hittin' skid Peace to what I did with every rhyme I wrote Got lock down status on this Wheels thats what appeals to young squeals No sk**s friendly but can't see the real No need to debate the fake You rhyme all your weight For my work to take I shake sk**s over heads like projections I go through nuclear weapons And sooner or later I'm the choice for interjection The worst places I have slept in I keep secrets like a best friend Hardcore like a western Most of all freshman We high mights and rhyme tight Schwins make it a ways Lovely haze for the winds I am your man for your gravitational spins A downward spiral to the end Yo peep the block We're just slaves to this word call time check your watch