Lyrics I Got U - Spooks

I Got U

One, two!
Achoo!
Bless you!
I got you!
Caught you and taught you!
Matter fact, here take two
Pits of flesh, political palm picked and gone
Spooks with Uz', ice picks, blades and tools
Listen fool, the revolution is cool
We leave clans in pools of blood
Let 'em all scrub to thug
Bustin' for love, (?) and mud and bloody rugs
Screamin' on cats, we spit in your face, blast back!
The Spooks put politicians in bags and (?)
Ay yo my crew chased you down, outside your compound
Now we got you in the four point hold, on the ground
Whoop, hand me that barbed wire, now your arms and legs are bound
Hey Vengeance, pass me that scalpel now
Relax!
Close your eyes as the sound of my voice penetrates
Submission is your only choice, to avoid the pain
'Cause I don’t want no lip as I slip this microchip in your brain!
Go 'head, look, I know you’re thinkin' «;Who's behind me?»;
«;Oh my God it’s Water Water and no one’s ever gonna find me!»;
I got your brains pushin', head in the frame
In a case not far over, head of the flames
Hangin' over the fire, I know y’all hope I retire
But all y’all gettin' is open fire!
Ga ga!
Spray down, stay down, lay down
Y’all niggas said we was commercial, what y’all gon' say now?!
Rectangle, sugar Shane pound mc’s and mangle
Bending you back and bitch spank you!
A Grammy?!
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
I’m tappin' your chin!
See you at a club for no reason, tap it again
This ball bully mc’s, we buildin' 'em Greek
Large like Tiger Wood’s teeth when chewin' on beef
Take you 'round the block, bring you back, tie the knots
He bitch man, slap your whole block, moms and pops
I ain’t gon' lie though, brothers got a lotta bravado
But can’t back it up with the skills, they playin' lotto
With they careers, when they step to me on the streets
On stage or over beats you can’t engage the heat
>From this etherial thriller, mysterious serving guerilla
Stalk you with the sick precision of a serial killer
Record your routine, I watch you from the day to the night
Calculatin' when it might be the best time to strike!
They keep callin' my name!
Water Water, come smack the whack in the back
With a Louisville Ax Slugger
Then slash the jugular
Hit your back rawdog with no rubber
He’s a dirty mawfucka!
Won’t last long, that’s what my momma turned and told my daddy when I was born
I got your neck in a noose, damn right I’m flexin' my juice
Shut your mouth nigga, that’s an excuse