| That’s why you be lovin' it
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| My crew that’s the butter clique be glad you discovered it
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| Hip hop originals spook rock we runnin' this
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| Playin' in the club it hits radio be bumpin' it
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| Consensus these cats are forever flippin' hits
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| But every time I turn around spooks got to prove this
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| Old hits to new hits next hits to crew hits
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| You fuck with it poppin' that nonsense we true to this
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| My alternator flow be flippin' radio we done that
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| Spooks still spit it for you thugs yeah we done that
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| You want it then battle a spook we can’t lose for god we fight
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| Suffice the plight with the might from piety rights
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| Plunge you with lice plead your plight spice for spite
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| On judgement night with three strikes
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| The wicked is right livin' in trife recite songs
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| Repent crimes it’s pendulum time
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| The comin' of christ for mankind
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| Hypno
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| Most of these stupid mc’s could never handle the steez
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| Spooks be bringin' when we singin' man why’all wing it and please
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| I got the crucial chromosones to stimulate these microphones
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| The hardware plus the software plus the hormones
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| A prerequisite for wreckin' cliques keepin' it hectic
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| Phenobarbitol could never stall this wild epileptic style
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| Electric and mental spasmodic erotic
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| Type of flow that could only be described as hypnotic
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| Man it’s a fact that I got it hemmed up and guaranteed
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| Mc’s approach me but they gainin' in the cranial bleed
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| You need to learn to read between the lines of coke dust and weed
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| You’re smokin' chokin' off the speed of illusion indeed
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| Water water
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| I speak the spookanese
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| Like abomin |