The Stereotype Lyrics - The Movement - Inspectah Deck

2009! Geez 

Yeah, this be that old school type shit 

Yeah, that Blaxploitation shit (Afro picks, Cadillac 

whips) 

We gon' hit you like Truck Turner, with the burner 

[Inspectah Deck] 

I'm the Stereotype, in the zone where chrome meet 

chrome 

Hard heads call it home sweet home 

I rep that, hat to the back, chrome blaze 

Low fade, blazin' the haze in the hallways 

Young black nigga, bout to come back bigger 

Rap action figure, that's strapped with the spitter 

I serve mankind like a super hero 

Gonna move the people, with sharp darts to the ear 

hole 

And terror spin, veteran style, ghetto child 

Call his name, hear it echo for miles 

Check my fouls, before you get wild, reconcile 

Trust, I touch kids, but I'm no pedophile 

The Superfly, I, O'Neal, holdin' the steel 

With the ounce from the greenhouse bent behind the 

wheel 

What's the deal? Dick riders on board 

In this Bloodsport, I'm like Jean Claude, yes, lord 

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[Chorus 2X: sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)] 

This thing, is gonna be alright (alright) here comes 

the Stereotype 

It takes, time to get it right (that's right) count on 

the Stereotype 

[Inspectah Deck] 

The Stereotype, this life, I'm knee deep in 

The creeps keep creepin', the heat streets sweepin' 

The greed keeps feedin', the seeds need teachin' 

Police be seekin', all the ones free speechin' 

Guns be blowin', young g's holdin' 

Nerve control 'em, they say that son be zonin' 

I'm half Huey, half Malcolm, part Martin 

Mixed with Mark Garvey, sharp as Sharpton 

A known fact, that I stay pro black 

I go back like Kojak or Bobby Womack 

Or maybe Jim Brown, been down from Ground Zero 

Crowned reknown hero, sound pounds your earlobe 

Mean daddy like a '69 green Caddy 

Seen daddy soakin' that fox, she beam badly 

With more drama than you find in the flicks 

I'm Dolomite, without the afro picks or flyin' kicks, 

it's... 

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[Chorus 2X] 

[Inspectah Deck] 

My chain hang loose like I wear my jeans 

I got soul like Rakim and Grandma Green's 

I represent The Projects, everything hood 

Big wolves in the woodwork, everything good 

In the bright lights, Big City, it's ten times gritty 

Doin' life on the streets, whose biddin' wit me? 

Regardless, I'mma hold mine down, load my pound 

Target on the unknowns who roam my town 

There they go on that bullshit, when it go down 

You know who the culprit, sure enough 

The R-E-B-E, L, yell it freely 

I, call him Stereo, T-Y-P-E 

Greasy, on the hunt for the big easy 

Switch the game like plantin' cracks on the D.T. 

Say what you say, G, hate don't mistake me 

Or play me like a must paid fee, that ain't me