| my man Celph Titled on the boards
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| J.J. |
| Brown on the scratches
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| fuck all of ya actors, know what I mean? |
| check it out
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| what I spit is slick like, porn star chicks and Vaseline
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| going down south like big mike
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| cause when it comes to pushin weight
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| my wax is like crack to fiends
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| you hafta like my craft and bytes out of the dat machine
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| nigga’s afraid to play with me like magic’s team
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| ? |
| star catchin purple hearts like Vietnam marines
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| they hate me but still buy, like nigga’s and Koreans
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| it’s a dirty business but my hand are clean
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| how many worthy critics on this green earth diss Louis flow?
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| kids you know would suck dick for a Louis Logic t-shirt
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| so it’s gotta be worth spendin’the loot, on something
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| one hundred and seventy proof before I step in the booth
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| so pissed I never recouped
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| and if you ever get dissed it’s me and family and friends in cahoots
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| so send in the troops like ?? |
| renew tha niggaz
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| cuttin your balls off so you’ll never produce
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| I’ll put your head in a noose, not that I chill with the Klan
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| but I’m an extremely militant man
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| so down for the cause I spill on your fam
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| and just know before I beat ya I’ll cheat like Hilary’s man
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| My squad is like vagrant, rewind to the streets and pavement
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| and try to stay bent, disguise the secret agent
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| motherfuckers are tryin to find out the plans to our mission
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| and the position of our secret hideout
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| I’m feelin’edgy abducting MC’s in the back of a trunk
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| slappin you punks until you taste more blood than Dracula’s tongue
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| so place no bets my effects is long range
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| short change try to come with it like payphone sex
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| I’m feelin Waco Tex
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| half loco and half postal from weeks after weeks of weak take-home cheques
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| and my work ethic is uninspired, yeah I’m admired
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| as a talented tongue for hire
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| but I’m one big liar, under fire with a sick sense of humor
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| I don’t eat pussy I grew tired of the sick scent of tuna
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| I’m just waitin to invent a rumor that your a pervert
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| Swedish sherbet, affluent for sure the words hurt
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| hide your face in a paper bag
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| I humiliate MC’s to the degree that they take the stage in drag
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| it’s not too late to add, I’ll diss you in your favourite mag
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| erase your? |
| as the latest ad I mouth off to?
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| to say that all fraudulent occupants
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| in this industry are reported as communist spies
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| I’m spittin’ominous lies like a compulsive
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| hover over your dead career ??
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| Yo this is Louis Logical you know what I’m sayin'
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| I’ve been tellin niggaz…
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| head’s is hungry like cats sleepin’in boxes and shit
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| motherfuckers need to pay the toll
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| before they cross the bridge… know what I’m sayin'
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| get mistreated like foster kids
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| word is born
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| yo and we out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Secret Agent , by - Louis Logic. Song from the album Loud Mouth / Secret Agent, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп