Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Secret Agent, artist - Louis Logic. Album song Loud Mouth / Secret Agent, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.12.1995
Record label: BX Sci Foundation
Song language: English
Secret Agent |
| my man Celph Titled on the boards |
| J.J. |
| Brown on the scratches |
| fuck all of ya actors, know what I mean? |
| check it out |
| what I spit is slick like, porn star chicks and Vaseline |
| going down south like big mike |
| cause when it comes to pushin weight |
| my wax is like crack to fiends |
| you hafta like my craft and bytes out of the dat machine |
| nigga’s afraid to play with me like magic’s team |
| ? |
| star catchin purple hearts like Vietnam marines |
| they hate me but still buy, like nigga’s and Koreans |
| it’s a dirty business but my hand are clean |
| how many worthy critics on this green earth diss Louis flow? |
| kids you know would suck dick for a Louis Logic t-shirt |
| so it’s gotta be worth spendin’the loot, on something |
| one hundred and seventy proof before I step in the booth |
| so pissed I never recouped |
| and if you ever get dissed it’s me and family and friends in cahoots |
| so send in the troops like ?? |
| renew tha niggaz |
| cuttin your balls off so you’ll never produce |
| I’ll put your head in a noose, not that I chill with the Klan |
| but I’m an extremely militant man |
| so down for the cause I spill on your fam |
| and just know before I beat ya I’ll cheat like Hilary’s man |
| My squad is like vagrant, rewind to the streets and pavement |
| and try to stay bent, disguise the secret agent |
| motherfuckers are tryin to find out the plans to our mission |
| and the position of our secret hideout |
| I’m feelin’edgy abducting MC’s in the back of a trunk |
| slappin you punks until you taste more blood than Dracula’s tongue |
| so place no bets my effects is long range |
| short change try to come with it like payphone sex |
| I’m feelin Waco Tex |
| half loco and half postal from weeks after weeks of weak take-home cheques |
| and my work ethic is uninspired, yeah I’m admired |
| as a talented tongue for hire |
| but I’m one big liar, under fire with a sick sense of humor |
| I don’t eat pussy I grew tired of the sick scent of tuna |
| I’m just waitin to invent a rumor that your a pervert |
| Swedish sherbet, affluent for sure the words hurt |
| hide your face in a paper bag |
| I humiliate MC’s to the degree that they take the stage in drag |
| it’s not too late to add, I’ll diss you in your favourite mag |
| erase your? |
| as the latest ad I mouth off to? |
| to say that all fraudulent occupants |
| in this industry are reported as communist spies |
| I’m spittin’ominous lies like a compulsive |
| hover over your dead career ?? |
| Yo this is Louis Logical you know what I’m sayin' |
| I’ve been tellin niggaz… |
| head’s is hungry like cats sleepin’in boxes and shit |
| motherfuckers need to pay the toll |
| before they cross the bridge… know what I’m sayin' |
| get mistreated like foster kids |
| word is born |
| yo and we out |