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| Spooks Miscellaneous I Got U [Chorus:] X 4 One, two!! Achoo!! Bless you! I got you!! Caught you and taught you!! [J.D.] Matter fact, here take two Pits of flesh, political palm picked and gone Spooks with Uz', ice picks, blades and tools Listen fool, the revolution is cool We leave clans in pools of blood Let 'em all scrub to thug Bustin' for love, (?) and mud and bloody rugs Screamin' on cats, we spit in your face, blast back! The Spooks put politicians in bags and (?) [Hypno] Ay yo my crew chased you down, outside your compound Now we got you in the four point hold, on the ground Whoop, hand me that barbed wire, now your arms and legs are bound Hey Vengeance, pass me that scalpel now Relax! Close your eyes as the sound of my voice penetrates Submission is your only choice, to avoid the pain 'Cause I don't want no lip as I slip this microchip in your brain! [Water Water] Go 'head, look, I know you're thinkin' "Who's behind me?" "Oh my God it's Water Water and no one's ever gonna find me!" I got your brains pushin', head in the frame In a case not far over, head of the flames Hangin' over the fire, I know y'all hope I retire But all y'all gettin' is open fire! Ga ga! Spray down, stay down, lay down Y'all niggas said we was commercial, what y'all gon' say now?! [Chorus] X 4 [J.D.] Rectangle, sugar Shane pound mc's and mangle Bending you back and bitch spank you! A Grammy?! Fuck you talkin' 'bout? I'm tappin' your chin! See you at a club for no reason, tap it again This ball bully mc's, we buildin' 'em Greek Large like Tiger Wood's teeth when chewin' on beef Take you 'round the block, bring you back, tie the knots He bitch man, slap your whole block, moms and pops [???] I ain't gon' lie though, brothers got a lotta bravado But can't back it up with the skills, they playin' lotto With they careers, when they step to me on the streets On stage or over beats you can't engage the heat >From this etherial thriller, mysterious serving guerilla Stalk you with the sick precision of a serial killer Record your routine, I watch you from the day to the night Calculatin' when it might be the best time to strike! [Water Water] They keep callin' my name! Water Water, come smack the whack in the back With a Louisville Ax Slugger Then slash the jugular Hit your back rawdog with no rubber He's a dirty mawfucka!! Won't last long, that's what my momma turned and told my daddy when I was born I got your neck in a noose, damn right I'm flexin' my juice Shut your mouth nigga, that's an excuse [Chrous] X 4 [???] What?! Which one of you manufactured rappers With the materialistic, naive, egotistical fan base Has the nerve to be offended?! What you gon' do? Dis me? Go 'head, rhyme, kick a verse, I dare ya Oh I know it scares ya A bangin' beat, a empty room, a full pen and a blank pad But don't get mad cause you don't know what the fuck you doin' Go 'head, freestyle punk, wait, before you start I know somebody done told you that a freestyle's the reciting of a rhyme That hasn't been recorded or put on the market But when you write that rhyme down, that's a record of the rhyme That rhyme's been recorded, so don't even start that shit! A true freestyle's a rhyme or verse kicked from the dome Simultaneous and timed to a beat Where mistakes are made, you got bleeps and (?) all the time But these are the things that makes a freestyle so unique >From a precorded, practiced, or writen rhyme Now what you gon' do? If your response is "I know he ain't talkin' about me!" I'm talkin' about you! So fuck you to a break beat, bitch, I Got U!!!! |
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