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| Spooks Miscellaneous Other Scripts [Chorus:] X 2 Spooks is on some other script That's why you be lovin' it My crew? That's the butter clique, be glad you discovered it Hip hop originals, Spook rock, we runnin' this Playin' in the club it hits, radio be bumpin' it [J.D.] Consensus: these cats are forever flippin' hits But every time I turn around, Spooks got to prove this Old hits to new hits, next hits to crew hits You fuck with it, poppin' that nonsense, we true to this My alternator flow be flippin' radio, we done that Spooks still spit it for you thugs, yeah we done that You want it? Then battle a Spook, we can't lose, for God we fight Suffice the plight with the might from piety rights Plunge you with lice, plead your plight, spice for spite On judgement night with three strikes The wicked is right, livin' in trife, recite songs Repent crimes, it's pendulum time The comin' of Christ for mankind [Chorus] X 2 [Hypno] Most of these stupid mc's could never handle the steez Spooks be bringin' when we singin' man y'all wing it and please I got the crucial chromosones to stimulate these microphones The hardware, plus the software, plus the hormones A prerequisite, for wreckin' cliques, keepin' it hectic Phenobarbitol could never stall this wild epileptic style Electric and mental, spasmodic, erotic Type of flow that could only be described as hypnotic Man it's a fact that I got it, hemmed up and guaranteed Mc's approach me, but they gainin' in the cranial bleed You need to learn to read, between the lines of coke, dust and weed You're smokin', chokin' off the speed of illusion indeed [Chorus] X 2 [Water Water] I speak the Spookanese Like abominable dominos crushin' crews with ease Who never had the need or the beats, the loser's theme Oh, what I'm always luke warm? Then put that group on, and WHAM your necks under the Yukon! I crash the savage, talkin' badly while livin' lavish Put your cabbage on the block, CHOP! Straight drop the hatchet Now your head's rollin' Put my fingers in your eyes, and my thumb in your mouth And make up a new sport called head bowlin'! Oh is flow in it, boy you're finished Bite my script and I'll extort my percentage Of your royalty, not waitin' to disregard, it's blatant When chhh chhh ahhh ahhh, I sneak up, like Jason So got me when ya can't get it, bitin' me's a grand mimic This is (?) from Popeye, but even he gon' eat some bad spinach Cause I'm forever spittin' for cheddar fixin's Make clever kittens do the wop outside the reverend's mission [Chorus] X 2 |
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