Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Faster Than You Know , by - Spooks. Song from the album Faster Than You Know, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.09.2003
Record label: In The Paint
Song language: English
Faster Than You Know |
| Heeeey. |
| Oooooh yeah |
| Hee-eeey |
| Faster Than You Know (know) |
| Love will only make you grow (hiiigh) |
| And free yoooooou |
| Don’t be scared to show (show) |
| Why don’t you just let it flow? |
| (hiiigh) |
| And heal yoooooou |
| UH! |
| Yeah, Spook clique! |
| There’s a lotta fans sayin' they’ll die for us But where’s the fans tryin’a live for us? |
| For real, clean up the block and raise some kids for us |
| 'Cos we don’t need you gettin' high and doin' bids for us And listen up close all my wannabe thugs |
| The realest warriors was always motivated by love |
| They used their strength to rise above the violence and the drugs |
| Then went home and gave they queens and they kids hugs |
| If you wanna be free, released from the unrest |
| The stress and the emptiness just follow me Help me break down this wall of hypocrisy |
| And we can rise up and fufill prophecy |
| Faster than a shot of light to ya ground shot |
| Love, can help ya breathe and make the pain stop |
| Love, can open eyes and make the chains drop |
| And that’s my word — from the fire to the raindrops |
| Yo, Yo Some dudes are fakin', off-stage a «wanksta» |
| Displayin' they prankster, claimin' they gansgter |
| Naww! |
| All the real thugs are dead or in jail |
| Sweatin' in cells, your man is now madamoiselle |
| We laughin' at Rell, runnin' round yellin «society fell» |
| With two fakes and chewin' on nails |
| And castin' too hard when explainin' feelings |
| Playin' wit' they children, vexin' our women |
| Then flexin' as villains |
| I’m not buyin' so save the nonsense |
| You paid to lie in confidence |
| A made man, but in the fabricated sense |
| You gotta hear with the intent to benefit |
| and feel when you repent |
| to never sell your soul up in cement |
| Time is well spent when you present |
| the love over to rock like 'em ornaments |
| So stop with the foolishness! |
| The love movement, we explored |
| and brought to you, Spooks sittin' by the door |
| Yo, these self-proclaimed kings of writing songs |
| Ain’t concerned with the distinction between right and wrong |
| Through love we face hate, it’s barely a surprise |
| That the truth tastes great to a belly full of lies |
| Mainland villains wit' your gangland killin' |
| Get that same gland fillin' from gang your man’s still in The mic is attract swarms of frivalous fans |
| Usin' devilous plans, they decieve and expand |
| Their influence 'cos looks at what takes precedence |
| Pockets are desolate, but you rock a ridiculous neck-a-lace |
| Competin' with Mrs. Jones |
| Completes the message sent to these kids through wicked poems |
| I stick it to 'em and re-inform |
| Poeticly, no credit for bein' calm |
| Theoretically be at arms |
| And fightin' if need be On a mission, exposin' the malnutrition globe-ified on TV, so |