“Shaolin Rebel 2” lets Inspectah Deck dig into trench survival with a tone that stays closer to documentation than drama. The bars talk getting through the hard stretches without turning every obstacle into a movie scene. Deck’s steady presence anchors the cut while Siahlaw adds just enough to keep the ear awake. Lyrics provided.
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Lyrics for “Inspectah Deck & Siahlaw – Shaolin Rebel 2”:
He swing swords with the best of them, huh? Got to check with them. We set the deck, made examples of the rest of them Make it paper, hockey. We stayed real on our block, we do triggered tai chi. A magic like urban or a wand in the hands of Merlin. Mask and turban, moving work inside a tan suburban. He determined, if you love him tell your mans its curtains. A freezer burn, I'm 30k just for the plastic surgeon. That's for certain curse to give because I can't reverse it. That's the purpose, it get deeper when you crack the surface. Check the grass for serpents, check the classic verses. Get everything personalized via cash purchase. Midas with the golden touch soldier tough. They had to tell them what happened after they woke him up. I ain't never said I'm the greatest, but since you spoke it up. Destiny's child, say my name when the ghosts discuss. They see us shining, it's blinding, they try approaching us. You wasn't showing us love when we rode the bus. You know what's up, I was in the trench posted up. So now I'm popping carbonati with the coconut. He swing swords with the best of them, huh? Got to check with them. We set the deck, made examples of the rest of them Make it paper, hockey. We stayed real on our block, we do triggered tai chi. We making paper hockey, on a block, chop chop. We do triggered tai chi. We getting paper hockey, on a block, chop chop. We do triggered tai chi. I'm six something, your big cousin, your chick love it. Talk fire like I wrote this in a brick oven. Like it's nothing, I'm busy in the pits hustling. I put my life on the line like Agent Smith's coming. My niggas plugged in, feet stomping, fist pumping. Elevator going up, hit the six button. Haters fronting, we get to it, they gets nothing. End the discussion, just dismiss it as this nigga's bugging. Killer hill, they don't come nowhere close to here. They say impossible me, I'm like hold my beer. Clear, colder than Chicago winds, so severe. I hit you in your closed mind and leave a open ear. Top of the tier, been selling smoke my whole career. Yeah, he still got that hunger, they don't walk the bear. Been though for years, yo, who am I supposed to fear? Winner's the king, stands sturdy while I hold my square. He swing swords with the best of them, huh? (And not one of them put up any defense.) (Not one.) He swing swords with the best of them, huh? (That means they know they're killer.)
