[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
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2009!! Geez
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Yeah, this be that old school type shit
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Yeah, that Blaxploitation shit (Afro picks, Cadillac whips)
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We gon' hit you like Truck Turner, with the burner
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[Inspectah Deck]
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I'm the Stereotype, in the zone where chrome meet chrome
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Hard heads call it home sweet home
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I rep that, hat to the back, chrome blaze
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Low fade, blazin' the haze in the hallways
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Young black nigga, bout to come back bigger
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Rap action figure, that's strapped with the spitter
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I serve mankind like a super hero
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Gonna move the people, with sharp darts to the ear hole
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And terror spin, veteran style, ghetto child
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Call his name, hear it echo for miles
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Check my fouls, before you get wild, reconcile
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Trust, I touch kids, but I'm no pedophile
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The Superfly, I, O'Neal, holdin' the steel
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With the ounce from the greenhouse bent behind the wheel
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What's the deal? Dick riders on board
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In this Bloodsport, I'm like Jean Claude, yes, lord
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[Chorus 2X: sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)]
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This thing, is gonna be alright (alright) here comes the Stereotype
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It takes, time to get it right (that's right) count on the Stereotype
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[Inspectah Deck]
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The Stereotype, this life, I'm knee deep in
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The creeps keep creepin', the heat streets sweepin'
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The greed keeps feedin', the seeds need teachin'
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Police be seekin', all the ones free speechin'
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Guns be blowin', young g's holdin'
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Nerve control 'em, they say that son be zonin'
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I'm half Huey, half Malcolm, part Martin
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Mixed with Mark Garvey, sharp as Sharpton
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A known fact, that I stay pro black
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I go back like Kojak or Bobby Womack
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Or maybe Jim Brown, been down from Ground Zero
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Crowned reknown hero, sound pounds your earlobe
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Mean daddy like a '69 green Caddy
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Seen daddy soakin' that fox, she beam badly
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With more drama than you find in the flicks
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I'm Dolomite, without the afro picks or flyin' kicks, it's...
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Inspectah Deck]
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My chain hang loose like I wear my jeans
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I got soul like Rakim and Grandma Green's
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I represent The Projects, everything hood
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Big wolves in the woodwork, everything good
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In the bright lights, Big City, it's ten times gritty
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Doin' life on the streets, whose biddin' wit me?
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Regardless, I'mma hold mine down, load my pound
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Target on the unknowns who roam my town
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There they go on that bullshit, when it go down
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You know who the culprit, sure enough
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The R-E-B-E, L, yell it freely
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I, call him Stereo, T-Y-P-E
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Greasy, on the hunt for the big easy
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Switch the game like plantin' cracks on the D.T.
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Say what you say, G, hate don't mistake me
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Or play me like a must paid fee, that ain't me
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[Chorus 2X]
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The Stereotype
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Inspectah Deck |