GOLD
Inspectah Deck/The Genius Lyrics

A-yo shorty, yo that's my word
Listen up, I am serious about what I am saying

Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
You think you are valuable when you really aren't

Yo anybody get caught flinging
If any of you get caught selling drugs

Over here, I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted
I will deal with them harshly, that is my promise

Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
I will handle any drug sale in this range

Y'all need to step the fuck off
You guys should stay out of my way

Y'all niggas ain't crazy for real
You guys are not really tough or fearless

The fiends ain't coming fast enough
The drug addicts are not buying drugs quickly enough

There is no cut that's pure enough
The drugs are not pure enough for my standards

I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
I cannot quit, I need money, so I replenish and continue selling drugs

Product must be sold to you
You are my target customers

I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
I am deeply entrenched in the dangerous parts of the city

About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
I am about to commit a much more serious crime

Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
I am hiding under the subway, waiting for a distraction

So I can blast a nigga and his boys,for what?
So I can shoot and kill someone and their gang, for no good reason

He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
He came and took over my drug-selling area, causing me to lose business

Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
Like the stock market crash, my drug sales decreased drastically

I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
I had someone to help me sell more drugs and make more money

Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
I made more money than prostitutes spend on birth control pills

I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire
I am negotiating a drug deal while smoking marijuana

Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
A homeless man was sleeping on a bench and they were secretly monitoring him

Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
They overheard my conversation and learned where I live

And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe
I falsified someone's identity to cover up my tracks

And while we set up camp, we got vamped
While we were setting up our drug-selling operation, we were attacked

Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
We killed him and destroyed his power and influence

Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
The enemy was killed on the spot, just like Brandon Lee in a movie scene

Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
The enemy was killed in a dramatic explosion, like a plane crash

He got swung on, his lungs was torn
He was punched in the chest, causing severe injury

A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A drug lord made a strategic move, but lost a valuable member of his team

A regular on the block that played lookout
A person who regularly watches the area for law enforcement

For playing predator with a Glock, he should have took out
He should have killed his enemies with his gun, but didn't

No neighbourhood is rough enough
No area is too dangerous for me to sell drugs in

There is no clip that's full enough
I need more ammunition than any gun magazine can hold

To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
To make more money, people may cover up a crime scene

Like the last episode on gates, and other niggas
Like the final episode of a popular TV show, people are attracted to drama and violence

Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes thick
They set off bombs repeatedly until the air is thick with smoke

And flows through, all they knew, he's gun sick
The smoke and violence is everywhere, it's like a disease

His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors
The sound of his gun is loud and intimidating, like high heels on a hard floor

Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
He is crazy and aggressive, he will start wars and take over territories

Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
He is a terrible person, willing to hurt others to get what he wants

For instance, chop off hands, attack worth
He will resort to extreme violence, even cutting off someone's hand, to prove his power and worth

His idols would lock down airports and extort
The people he looks up to would take control of airports and demand money from others

Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
His role models would take a cut from the drugs they helped smuggle, making money off the drug addicts

Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
They would even smuggle drugs to wealthy ski resorts in the mountains

They move keys and had the skis making drops on snowmobiles
They smuggled drugs using snowmobiles, dropping off drugs like mailmen

The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
The ultimate goal was to make millions of dollars and use guns to maintain power

And live large and bigger than my nigga
They hoped to live extravagantly and outdo their rivals

Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room
Their rival promised his mother a huge mansion with plenty of space

She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
Even after his mother died, their rival still spent a lot of money on her burial

Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
He had emotional wounds from his mother's death, but didn't show it in public

And still organized his crime and drug wars
He continued to run his illegal activities and fight against his enemies

There's no cuffs that's tight enough
No police or legal punishment is severe enough to stop him

There is no niggas that's fuck with us
No one can mess with him or his team