[Book-T] Yo Yo Niggaz ain't fuckin with this originalist Spooks ain't bangin like this but more real is this Un-inventiveness amaze me, say to thee lyrically Buy from Book-T but my inferial rap sixth sense Speaking to cats I'm bringin em' back like Bruce Willis in "Mad" matter a fact I'm laughin at cats Who pike dad's. (lyrically done) like Kennedy dyin' In planes flying in flames, forever blowin up cats like Blackpump Scorching your back and taunting your eardrum with tongues Ming-Xia check if your mic is on [Ming-Xia] A one-two, yes my mic is on, Hypno check if your mic is on [Hypno] A one-two, yes my mic is on (Water Water introducing) Some of these boys can't rhyme... [Hypno] You want proof!! The freshest group since 93 was the Spooks and eh Spooks No bullshittin last chance to start quittin before we start trippin On leisure start start rippin ??????? I'm callin shit that you don't want to Witness no stopination I know your ??????? try to fuckin with this Beautiful bliss ma'mmy spook click opuses eat you for breakfeast And plus I'll blow you a death kiss why would you set this objected You can't achieve cease and assist my click came to make you believe [Chorus: x 2] I know y'all lookin for something FRESH Something that y'all haven't heard YET Something original and subliminal Let me hit it yo let me haer ya say HO [Ming-Xia] You may need a translation for the knowledge that goes Over the peoples heads in the population spookdom agency spies Unveiling the lies of false prophets of rhyme paralyze the superficial Spoonfed James which we reprimand the media commands Propaganda enough times and you begin to believe recycled wack MC's and feel you up R&B button punching producers with juvenile beats Demean creativity but we got the remedy [Chorus] [J.D.] The unorthodox rhyme execution that Spooks use may leave you The consumer mildly confused but actually you need to relax And stop anticipating the same rap patterns and drumtracks Adapted and practiced by a lot of our favourite acts too much Integrity is getting lost in the art Hip-Hop is not about money and Bitches so I'm a start expanding your horizons surprise we got Collages specializing in vibin with squads liver than yours Periodically see we like having a friendly but our lyrical sparring partners Always take it to far [Ming-Xia] Ay Yo Book check if your mic is on [Book-T] A one-two, yes my mic is on Wat-Water check if your mic is on [Water Water] Yo son you know my mic is on My momma used to say write them rhymes young man... My momma used to say don't give money to the hoes... My momma used to say make sure it's something fresh... I got what y'all lookin for as I got th neuro AKA wa-wa-wa war In [unknown] I'm like kids in a schoolbus when I flip you'll be like (You sank my battleship) I get kickin and jumpin first like Chicken & Douglas sounded up with how biscuits sonds of [Chorus: x 5]
Written by: BOOKER T. JACKSON, CHENEJERAI KUMANYIKA, CHENSERAI KUMANYIKA, IRINA PEREZ, JEREL SPRUILL, JOSEPH M. DAVIS, JUNIOR GISCOMBE, RICK DAHROUGHE, ROBERT CARTER
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