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Song by Spooks

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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 
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

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

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

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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