My Style
Inspectah Deck Lyrics


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(Chorus: Inspectah Deck)
My style, sick as the plague
Hold ya head, like I'm trimmin' ya fade
Now witness the raid, Rebellion, spittin' them blades
That'll tear ya "Face/Off" like Nicolas Cage
In the brick maze, ain't slept in six days
Trippin' off a spliff of haze, rollin' trip trays
I need, one followed by zero, he's some kinda hero
Analyze This, like DeNiro

(Inspectah Deck)
I'm not the man, I'm just one of the men
You don't wanna cross me, I'm like a hundred & ten
Truck Turner burning the steel, child style working the mill
Like I still kill, serving them crill
Can't stop til I'm splurging a mill', gorilla lurk in the field
With my lean on, swerving my wills
Full time with the grind, like nine on the limb
Lone Ranger, so I don't conspire with them
Got men that'll fire the sem', see me sliding with the diamond
Like four or five of them, inside the Benz
It's the, main event when searched and through
Old timers recognize, with the young kids too
Damn right, I'm still 1-6-Ooh
Young G out to get his due, you can't fit his shoe
In the hood like graph' on the wall, snatchin' it all
Niggaz hate me, I'm just, having a ball
Yeah y'all, still hang in the halls, or macking them broad
Or at the fiend house, bagging a raw
And I'm alright, sending y'all a kite
Boss tight with the mic, y'all call it a night
It's the, gener-al, keep backin' them off
Backin' more, throw it down like Shaq in the fourth
You a cartoon in back of The Source, I clap off
And the, strongest quake couldn't match the force
Disrespect me, the eagles'll squeeze, my peoples is G's
Who put the work in and breeze in the D's
Keep several TV's in the V's, now wise men speak in degrees
Had you leaking with ease, fools





(Chorus)

Overall Meaning

In Inspectah Deck's song "My Style," he begins the chorus by describing his style as being sick like the plague. He then uses a metaphor to hold your head like he's trimming your fade which means he won't let you stray from his thoughts or ideas. He then goes on to describe his lyrical abilities as being sharp like a blade that will tear your face off like Nicolas Cage in the movie "Face/Off." In the verse, Deck emphasizes his talents as a rapper, saying he's not just a man, but one of the men. He talks about his past and how he's been grinding since the days of serving crill. He's a lone ranger who doesn't conspire with others, and he has men who will fire the sem. He's at the top of his game and delivers every time he's on the mic.


One interesting fact about "My Style" is that it was released as a single in 2000 and featured on Inspectah Deck's solo album "Uncontrolled Substance." The song was produced by the RZA and includes a sample from the song "The Look of Love" by Isaac Hayes. Inspectah Deck's verse in "My Style" was famously sampled by MF DOOM in his song "Accordion." The melody and tempo of the Inspectah Deck verse inspired DOOM to create his iconic instrumental, and he used Deck's vocals as the main vocal sample. The song also appeared in several video games, including "Tony Hawk's Underground 2," "Fight Night Round 2," and "Def Jam Vendetta."


Line by Line Meaning

My style, sick as the plague
My signature style is unique and contagious


Hold ya head, like I'm trimmin' ya fade
I'm exerting control over you, like I'm cutting your hair


Now witness the raid, Rebellion, spittin' them blades
Watch my attack, the Rebellion crew is here and we're wielding sharp lyrics


That'll tear ya "Face/Off" like Nicolas Cage
Our rhymes are so powerful they can change your whole identity, like in the movie Face/Off


In the brick maze, ain't slept in six days
I'm in a complex situation and haven't slept for six days


Trippin' off a spliff of haze, rollin' trip trays
I'm high on marijuana and creating beats


I need, one followed by zero, he's some kinda hero
I need a computer programmer to help me achieve greatness


Analyze This, like DeNiro
I analyze and strategize like Robert DeNiro's character in the movie Analyze This


I'm not the man, I'm just one of the men
I'm not the only influential person, just one of many


You don't wanna cross me, I'm like a hundred & ten
My dangerous presence should not be crossed, like going over 110%


Truck Turner burning the steel, child style working the mill
I work hard like the character Truck Turner and young children working in factories


Like I still kill, serving them crill
I'm still good at what I do, selling drugs


Can't stop til I'm splurging a mill', gorilla lurk in the field
I won't stop until I have a million dollars and I lurk like a gorilla


With my lean on, swerving my wills
I'm driving fast and recklessly


Full time with the grind, like nine on the limb
I'm always grinding like a worker on his ninth hour


Lone Ranger, so I don't conspire with them
I work alone and won't conspire with others


Got men that'll fire the sem', see me sliding with the diamond
I have men who will shoot a semi-automatic gun and catch me riding in my luxury car


Like four or five of them, inside the Benz
There are several people in my car, a Benz


It's the, main event when searched and through
I'm a big deal when people search for my name


Old timers recognize, with the young kids too
Both older and younger generations recognize my talent


Damn right, I'm still 1-6-Ooh
Yes, I'm still the same energetic youth


Young G out to get his due, you can't fit his shoe
I'm a young, talented rapper, and you can't compare to me


In the hood like graph' on the wall, snatchin' it all
I'm present in the hood, taking everything I can get


Niggaz hate me, I'm just, having a ball
People dislike me but I'm having fun anyway


Yeah y'all, still hang in the halls, or macking them broad
I'm still hanging out in the hallways or flirting with women


Or at the fiend house, bagging a raw
I'm at a drug addict's house, packaging drugs


And I'm alright, sending y'all a kite
I'm doing well, sending messages to people


Boss tight with the mic, y'all call it a night
I'm really good at rapping, so everyone else should quit for the night


It's the, gener-al, keep backin' them off
I'm a general in this game, pushing my opponents away


Backin' more, throw it down like Shaq in the fourth
I keep getting better, like Shaq in the fourth quarter


You a cartoon in back of The Source, I clap off
You're a joke and I'm going to shoot you


And the, strongest quake couldn't match the force
Nothing can stop me


Disrespect me, the eagles'll squeeze, my peoples is G's
If you disrespect me, my people will hurt you. They're gangsters.


Who put the work in and breeze in the D's
My gangster friends work hard and move unnoticed by the police


Keep several TV's in the V's, now wise men speak in degrees
I have many TVs in my car and now smart people use complex language


Had you leaking with ease, fools
I could easily hurt someone and they wouldn't be able to stop me




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