Termanology - Serious Rappin' lyrics

[Intro: Inspectah Deck] INS, your highness He returns, the revolution, will not be televised It will be taken to your front door Brace yourself [Termanology] It's the aura, don't break or take orders I drink holy water, they follow me like the Torah Getting tore up, for months, out in Europe Deck told me, Term, you're up, don't curl up We making cheddar out there, smoking on some leather couches Stretching ounces, been about this bread, baking coke mountains From Law Town to Staten, to Boston to Manhattan This is what you call serious rappin' The serial scratcher, murder materialism ratchet Fearing the blackness, til your soul drift in where you pa**ing I gotta be a thug angel, smoking angel dust Who can I trust, I'mma bust til my stainless rust The devil harm me til my pillow soaking wet and steaming I see the demons, they creeping in my biblical teaching So just remember if I'm next to split, catch a clip Catch a ditch that I wreck the sh** with Inspectha Deck [Hook: samples] "INS, your highness" "Termanology" "Planet Asia Medallions" "Murder rap, spray at your dome" "Serial scratcher, murder material" "Murderous math" "Catch a clip" "My turn is right" "Catch a clip" "INS" "Termanology" "Planet Asia Medallions" "This is what you call serious rappin'" [Inspectah Deck] I'm cold blooded like Rick in his time, you can see me prime time At the top spot, sitting with shine I leave 'em froze like they sniffing a line, while they b**hing and crying You find me always in position to climb I swing like Serena, hard as Medina, we can be the beast to Keep mamacitas moy bonita I breath ether, 103 fever Spread through receivers, infect the true believers Murder rap spray at your dome (k**ers don't lurk there) k**a likes hang up the phone He a gangsta, claiming he bold, real loud with the crowd But I doubt you can bang on your own I earn my stripes, I burn for life, I turn your wife My turn is right, you heard me right I learn to fight, I work the night, I splurge the price I swerve on bikes, my word, I"m nice [Hook] [Planet Asia] Yo, seen it all scenery, post-war poison taste basil Meanwhile, casino we was gambling Multi cigar scent drench, cake splashing That's my alibi, to outfits flavors, so taste fashion Handmade hankerchiefs, bottles popping but I don't drink f** it, since we celebrating I'mma take a sip Black down, couple of k**as who never back down Choppa clappa mack splash, burgendy backgrounds And stiching a tradition that's pa**ed down Murderous math, watch me duffle bag a couple of stacks now At the bottom with mean face, bottling anger Til I got woken out of that dream state Reality is a must, my doo-rag dynasty is to gold rush Gold Chain Military's the soldiers Low and behold us, the poisonous ring promoters of the cobra Planet Asia Medallions, the f**ing shogun [Hook]