Grand Prix Lyrics by Inspectah Deck

Grand Prix Lyrics

    [inspectah deck]
    Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the lyrical grand prix
    We have our drivers racin for a $3,000,000 purse
    Winner takes all, gentlemen start your engines...

    Give me room, hit the tune
    Feature presentation comin soon, early june
    Killa bee platoon, well groomed
    Spells doom, raise the volume
    You react like a werewolf in a full moon
    With the force of a trojan horse
    Pushin, flowin, have your seatbelt fastened
    We blastin into orbit, wu restore the new chamber
    Wu-banger number 9, expert precision and design
    Mastermind the plan took a matter of time
    >from the confinds of the cold world i shine
    It's amazin, the grace, changin in the place
    Blazin the brakes, invadin your space
    Which remains in the race, claimin first place
    Raisin the stakes, it's a game to disgrace
    I hold many jewels, drop more than i wear
    I come in peace, prepare for the warfare
    The invincible fold, when they're caught in the square
    And the talk mad shit when the coast is clear

    Yes, ladies and gentlemen
    We've just completed the first lap

    [street life]
    Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, i build with rap scholars
    Guns and wallets, prowess, staten island stylist
    12 men roster, live long, prosper
    Street philosopher, you end up like jimmy hoffa
    Ain't a damn thing changed but the aim, bullet range
    Strange universe, i was nursed to blow your mainframe
    Think first, convert, all verse live in concert
    Pull a skirt, burst, while y'all niggaz star search
    Mind your's, why you eyein mines for
    Posin like a matten dog, i must got somethin you wanna die for
    Touch mine, reach him up, his headline, both grant
    9 inch rusty splint push through your nose is vent
    Got my eyes on the grand prize, place your bet
    Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an upset
    Hold the burner close by my hands and my pocket
    Hold the trophy high and keep my eyes on the prophet

    [inspectah deck]
    And a new driver has entered the contest
    Ladies and gentlemen, driver number 99
    In the red car...

    [u-god]
    Fog lights beam, car 99 supreme
    A high-powered machine spits sparks of baroline
    The smell of gasoline, motor roar, the crowd roars
    The rag tuck rip, box cut caught in my jaws
    Enforcin my laws, rap mirage in my garage
    The grease lightnin, dusty rose, shake him, bon voyage
    Now duel of the iron, flyin fued for you writers
    The speed demon, rebel talk, triggers, freedom fighters
    Was tracked in the cock pit, i'm writin exact
    I'm crushin corners, who that kid ridin the track
    With the wu helmet, 6th nigga, 5 cars track
    The last but not least, i bliss through the scrimmage
    No brakes, i dart, i'm racin for the finish
    Understand my hunger for my land down under
    It's the thunderous rush, after the sounds get crush
    The purse snatchin pound, by all means snatch cream
    Tear your ass out of town

    [inspectah deck]
    As we near the final lap
    Team wu-tang seems to be buildin
    A sizeable lead on the competition

    Yo, i know how to fold 'em like kenny rogers
    Popular demand, overstand these pirahnas
    Movin on the track like a monaco gt
    I stand out similar to 3d on your tv
    Easily breezin watchin the speed dial climb
    Style of rhyme, left the foes miles behind
    Leavin skid marks on the charts
    Aimed at the hearts of the fake, sparked on the tapes
    It's starts from the gate, darts penetrate
    Freestyle as the decoy to sharpen the bait
    Holdin major weight, my supreme team dominates
    Circulatin, takin all bets you plates
    In and out of state, twirlin l's on the freeway
    Ny to sc, nc to va, ga to md, ca to ky
    Fl to il, tx to mi

    As we near the checkered flake, ladies and gentlemen
    Team wu-tang's holdin down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions
    And it looks like it's goin to be another sure win for team wu-tang
    As they take home another pot of gold with this $3,000,000 purse
    Rebel ins, u-god, street life

    Get the loot, get the loot
    Cash money y'all, cash money y'all, cash money y'all

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