Kill Too Hard Lyrics - Inspectah Deck

(feat. Masta Ace) 

[kung fu sample] 

They told me, what happened, alright 

You're still young, and things like that always happen 

When you'll learn, then you'll know not to make those mistakes 

[Inspectah Deck] 

Really? These dudes don't want it with Deck, no, my set glow 

Hate it or you love it, but you gonna respect though 

You ain't got to know my name, check the blood, sweat & tears 

For years, niggas know I bang 

I'm a made nigga, caking what you call a boss 

On my own two, never taking orders from ya'll 

What I spit, get the corners involved, it's wreck on the yard 

It's House Gang, son, it's more than hard 

The life that'll glamour and glitz, best believe 

On the flip side, nigga, it's them hammers and clips 

Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip 

Camouflage, with they hand on the grip 

Ain't nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due 

No, your feets not big enough to fit in his shoe 

I don't rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole 

On 'the wire', just not HBO 

They under fire, edge around the way we know 

They know they time up, guess that's why they hate me so 

But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go like 

Montana, licking, sniffing crazy blow 

Still I be Hard to Kill like Seagal 

Warrior built, big shield and long sword 

One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, king size 

Salutations, that's respecting the king eyes 

For those that follow my lead, attract to the light 

At the same time, marvel the speed 

I'm so dope, I can bottle it free 

The most influential, modern day murderous he 

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[U-God] 

Yo, deep in the bungalo, chopping the motherload 

Carving my own path, taking another road 

I need a son to soul, he brought the troops with him 

It sounds presidential, I got the truth serum 

Don't want the booth near him, respect in the sabotage 

I'm on the patio, stretched in my camouflage 

And my grammar's hard, the Wolverine skeleton 

I be the yellow man, snatching on the other brand 

But on the other hand, light up the darkness 

I'm stir fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless 

My apartment is a hole in the wall, nigga 

Pass me the rock, stop holding the ball 

I told you before, under worser conditions 

Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead body position 

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[Masta Ace] 

Aiyo, it's time to make cash dinero 

I'm going to the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero 

Lie up in your bedroom, smash your bureu 

We looking for the money, man, pass the Euro 

Apartment to pesos, pass the yen 

And, we don't want to have to ask again 

Cuz we ain't gon' be laughing then 

These three men, take on your whole staff and win 

Look, labels stay messing with a cat's future 

And that weighs on me heavy like Rasputia 

But I still keep spitting like a shortshop 

I'mma be sitting at the table when the cork pop 

You gon' be sitting at the table with a porkchop 

Lacking on the beat like a short cop 

It's your boy Ace, BK's own 

All you ringtone rap dudes, please stay home, come on