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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



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[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



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[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



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