Artist: Inspectah Deck f/ Carlton Fisk, Method Man & Street Life
Album: Uncontrolled Substance
Song: Common Denominator
Author: ThaMasta@IName.com

[Intro: Method Man (Carlton Fisk)]
(Aiyyo, aiyyo the Barizano)
The mad stoler, haha
Word up, comin live and direct (live, direct)
ladies and gentlemen (no doubt) introducing....
PLO Style, (Bariano) Buddha Monk's with the owls (owls)
Word up, first up the fuck (fuck) my nigga Carlton Fisk
Yeah

[Carlton Fisk]
Extortion, execution, brain pollution
PLO Style intrusion wild like child abuse
When it happens throws that blows in your quick
Or get hit by accurate fatal flying sharp shit
The minds the mental capacity for my tradegically
Get mines, come through crooks, i splash the baseline
Takes mine, top it goes triple zero
Clear back, flows hit tracks like grands to grow
A morphine touch, dope fiends, slash their wrists up
And Shaolin niggaz is you with me throw your shit up
And analyze his dangerous sacks, ever divine
The iller, PLO sniper between your eyes, bloaw

[Method Man]
How you like that shit now, uh-huh
Comin at you the mad stoler, haha
Next up... the fuck Street Life
Bring it

[Street Life]
Cross these enemy lines and get blind
When I flash the nickel-plated nine
Have a blast, G was blasted on the drunk
Got yout knot rock shooken, got your locked down in Brooklyn...
... house, facilities with multiple injuries
The penalty is death... fucking with my family
The bees seem quick, they said it like I'm robbing for this cream
And reinverse my team, PLO Style's stripping
MC aint even mentioned, and leaving em mental midgets
When I be ripping, repping live from the Killah Hill section
No question, there's no medicine for my infection
Emergency... niggaz is dead right on the murder seen
Conspiracy... hit thos dread up for his currency
concor them, strictly head shots, there's no survival
PLO, ? is dead on our arrival, indited with street felons
Convicted of a life sentenance, a drug dealing, bomb shelling
A write four stories like a terrorist
Yo, who the hell is this facing the ultimate apocalypse

[Inspectah Deck, (Street Life)]
Yeah, yeah, it be the Rebel I (Street Life nigga)
Laying in the cut on some Shaolin what
Yeah, this is how we do
I got my nigga lounging too

I set the mic in flames, my name's INS the Rebel
Murder one, smash mines, states to treble
Mental terrorist aspecialist at this
Men are sent, live troops defensless
Hand design, land mine, minds are corps like knives
To paralyse everything in street like door-time
Heads start to turn like police who pass
Hear to blast my crew bust through like tear gas
Fuck a mask, we lace the place like a marshall
Sparkle like diamonds for marvel uncarvel
Reckless rhymes starts recentless, ruckus
And fucks up the party for you paying mother fuckers
Once I conmence for you ladies and gents
I kick rhymes sharper than barb wire fences
The live and direct, the Killah Hill projects
Staten Island, New York, you cant help but to walk
Laying on your stencil, that's if you want it hostile
Sounds I'll hit the ground, I write my rhymes on fossils
Jewels like thsi force me to get you open
Lyrically wets you up until your soaken

Word life, we do it mega-trife
From the ills, the Hill, recognize the skills
Yeah, Inspectah Deck's on the set
Street Life, Johnny Blaze, Carlton Fisk