Correction Lyrics PLO Style (PLO Freestyle) (Street) by Inspectah Deck

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Lyrics

Hoes on the Verrazzano
A-yo, the mad stola, ha-ha, word up
Comin' live and direct (Live, direct), ladies and gentleman
Introducin' (No doubt) P.L.O. style (Berriano)
Buddha monks with the Owls (Owl, Owl, Owl), word up
First up to f**k (F**k!), my n***a Carlton Fisk, yeah

Extortion, execution, brain pollution
P.L.O. style intrusion, wild like child abuse when attackin'
Those that pose [?] fatal blind sharp sh*t
The mind's a mental capacity for my tragically
Get mine, hook a crook, I blast the ba**lines
Taste mine, [?], triple zero
Clear back flow, hit tracks like grands to blow
Or morphine cuts, dope fiends slash they wrists up
And Shaolin, n***as is you with me? Throw your sh*t up
And a***yze the dangеrous sound, ever divide
Thе iller P.L.O. sniper between your eyebrows, blaow!

Huh, how you like that sh*t now, uh-huh
It's comin' at you, the mad stola, ha-ha (No doubt)
Next up to f**k, Streetlife, break 'em
Cross these enemy lines and get blind
When I flash the nickel plated Nine, have a blast
You was last on the drop, got your knot rock shooken
Got your block tooken, men locked down in Brooklyn
House, facilities with multiple injuries
The penalty is death, f**kin' with my family
I intervene the scene, quick
To set it like I'm all before the cream and reimburse my team
P.L.O. style strippin' MC's off they religion
And leavin' 'em mental midgets when I be rippin'
Rappin' live from the Killer Hill section
No question, there's no medicine for my infection
Emergency, n***as is dead right on the murder scene
Conspiracy hit the dread up for the currency
The conqueror, strictly headshots, there's no survival
P.L.O., MC's is dead on our arrival
Indicted, repeat felon, convicted of a life sentence
A drug-dealin', bomb shellin'
I fight for territories like a terrorist
Yo who the hell is this? Facin' the ultimate apocalypse
Streetlife n***a

Yeah, yeah, it be the rebel I in the cut, on some Shaolin what
This is how we do, I got my n***a loungin' too, a-yo, a-yo
I set the mic in flames, my name's INS the Rebel
Murder one style, smash my stakes to pebbles
Mental terrorist, specialist at this
Menacin' lyricist leave crews defenseless
Hand designed landmines that go off like Nines
To paralyze everythin', ears ring like door chimes
Heads start to turn like police who pa**
Hear the blast, my crew rush through like tear gas
F**k a mask, we lace the place like the marshalls
Sparkle like diamonds but harmful as car fumes
Reckless rhymes start relentless, ruckus
And f**k up the party for you payin' motherf**kers
Once I commence for you ladies and gents
I kick rhymes sharper than barbwire fence
The live and direct from Killah Hill Projects
Staten Island, New York, you can't help but to hawk
Lay it on you gentle, that's if you want it hostile
Sounds so underground, I write my rhymes on fossils
Tools like this force me to get you open
Lyrically wet you up until you soakin'
Word life, we do it mega trife from the ill, the Hill
Recognize the skill, yeah
Inspectah Deck's on the set
Streetlife, Johnny Blaze, Carlton Fisk
My street family stays together, always and forever

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