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SPOOKS lyrics - S.I.O.S.O.S. Vol.1

I Got U

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One two Achoo Bless you I got you Caught you and taught you One two Achoo Bless you I got you Caught you and taught you One two Achoo Bless you I got you Caught you and taught you 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 One two Achoo Bless you I got you Caught you and taught you One two Achoo Bless you I got you Caught you and taught you One two Achoo Bless you I got you Caught you and taught you One two Achoo Bless you I got you Caught you and taught you 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 One two Achoo Bless you I got you Caught you and taught you One two Achoo Bless you I got you Caught you and taught you One two Achoo Bless you I got you Caught you and taught you One two Achoo Bless you I got you Caught you and taught you What which one of you manufactured rappers With the materialistic naive egotistical fan base Has the nerve to be offended What you gon' do dis me Go 'head rhyme kick a verse I dare ya Oh I know It scares ya A bangin' beat a empty room a full pen and a blank pad But don't get mad cause you don't know what the fuck you doin' Go 'head freestyle punk wait before you start I know somebody done told you that a freestyle's the reciting of a rhyme That hasn't been recorded or put on the market But when you write that rhyme down that's a record of the rhyme That rhyme's been recorded so don't even start that shit A true freestyle's a rhyme or verse kicked from the dome Simultaneous and timed to a beat Where mistakes are made you got bleeps and all the time But these are the things that makes a freestyle so unique From a precorded practiced or writen rhyme Now what you gon' do If your response Is I know he ain't talkin' about me I'm talkin' about you So fuck you to a break beat bitch I got u

Death March

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violent By Design"
[Virtuoso] I'm omnipotent You claim to win battles So when the beat starts I'll punch the tree bark And pass the chainsaw to a ????? heart Severing every animal I'm doing dirt like earthworms I'm sick and original Boy, I gave birth to the first germs I spit the acetate To make your lips evaporate The Master Ape Bare hands will decapitate and bash your face Pass the eight, sack of shake Twisted in plasma tape I came for y'all through the castle gate I come across a substance yet I couldn't lacerate Virtuoso is an unidentified flying object to make your space shuttle ??????? So while you drunks look for a hook and say you masturbate Telling 7L to sratch a plate In due for respect I slap your face Ask to make my specs, I'm a tackle ya You're a neck and I'm Dracula Have sex in the back of a black Lex or an Acura Met with the, Jedi Mind Tricks We rhyme sick and side ????? for dime chicks I'll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlick So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips [Jus Allah] Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue Taste my blade sharpness Ranked in no class like Marxist The heartless Rise out of darkness I'm the last head you should ever try to fuck with Be the next member in the cast of my snuff flicks Rough shit, don't even attempt sleeping At war with the demons that live in infernal regions Spawned from eternal semen bred flesh predators Wings of the arms when you heels like Pegasus Grabbing your leg, so you live to the heavenless Drop this prejudice and follow me to Exodus [Ikon the Hologram] We ravenous Exhume the tomb of Lazarus You blasphemous We bring war to pacifists Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine glock Your mind stops from nine of my divine shots A pine box is fine for a killer to run Swing from vines and rhyme like Atilla The Hun Bring the gun, your tounge is what I'm slicing We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison Ilohem, fuck the pagans we mark them And take turns to burn religious doctrines Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles Locked in the brain to lacerate ankles [Esoteric] Yo, I rip mics, stick lames Wreck nights, spit flames Lead pipes, split frames Kid ain't shit changed Act trife I grab the mic and bag your wife Sacrifice you twice Motherfucker in after life Decimate your paradise Burn tracks like thermostats My personal attacks snap back to murder cats I might advise You type of guys should revitalize Your man power, I sabotage the fire flys With a dope rhyme Take control of your soul Grab a fourty fo' for the po's Get your broken nose Opponents go to shows Now they know their robes damn hoes that fold my clohtes I bark at these, mark emcees, park and freeze My world hypothesis Kill beasts like heart disease Man please You can never fuck with the Eso-teridactyl My rap skills will thrash you Motherfucker

No Omega

Eric B. Rakim "Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em"
No Omega I'm the Alpha, with no Omega Beginning without the, end so play the eye inside, no extended version Next episode be smooth as a Persian Rhyme everlastin, there'll be no part two Knowledge is infinite, once I start to draw a better picture for your third eye, if you're blind You know with a mic, I'm a black Michaelangelo I'm the brother whoSE ideas are colorful Givin em insight, but givin em trouble to comprehend cause they thoughts won't blend in They're pretendin, while I'm extendin You bite like a parasite, ? you attacks But you won't strike, cause you ain't no match You need more light cause yours got dim Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim What's the matter G, check your battery Go get charged up, then come battle me You try hard and Die Hard, you ain't Eveready When they check the pulse, you'll be +Dead+ as +Freddie+ SHOP AT SEARS for new ideas Check your engine and ask your engineers to equalize, try to disguise it If that don't work yo, then MIDASIZE it You need more power, better bring Battlecat But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin jack Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley ( Bring it to me! ) We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop the workin Then I'ma leave you behind the Iron Curtain and you'll remain backstage Your book is over, I ripped your last page Changed the endin, at least you went out rappin Now I'ma tell em what happened I filled the mic with explosives, and lit it up It was too heavy to hold, he couldn't pick it up Pass the mic, let him try to get paid He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade Now scrape him off the floor and off my list I ain't a soloist, I'm an arsonist Sprayed up, he said he was gonna do what? Played up, MC Grand but Pooh-Butt Stole his lady, and drove her crazy You asked me why - cause her man tried to play me I sent her back a nervous wreck and tried to put her back in check My speciality is masterin the female species I specialize in her, until she sees where I come from, and why I came I tame the train til she manifest my name Fill her with life until she burst with energy Then leave her restless, cause a lot of women be tryin to drain us, and leave us stripped dry Put holes in our pocket, but you ain't that fly I clipped your wings and bring you down to Earth and tell you what life is worth It ain't rings and things that's materialistic You wanna pip on, imperialist with food for thought, cause I'm the shelter I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya not to be hot to trot by a haunt And why do y'all got to flaunt? ( You gotta use what you got to get what you want ) Cool, I heat you up like a black mink coat Hug your neck like a fat gold rope Words I speak and my DJ's cuts will warm ya ears like mink earmuffs So Eric show em how fast your hand'sll go so the people in the stands'll know that you don't scratch your cuts in the grave Moves in waves to my rhyme displays Float, evoke, my tempo jets Expressions express when you kick steps Keep em, energetic, so let it pound in your head til what I said is embedded Don't forget it's copastetic, set it Anywhere you want your poetry's pathetic You gets.. no.. credit.. til you get it straight Let's motivate No intermissions cause it ain't commercial If you wanna break then I'll reimburse you I won't let go so my mic won't drop, cause ( I can't.. stop! ) Vocabs is endless, vocals exist Rhyme goes on, so no one can stop this Especially when I start to say the rhymes with no omega No omega No omega ( I can't.. stop! ) ( I can't.. stop! ) ( I can't.. stop! ) *scratched* ( I can't.. stop! ) ( I can't.. stop! ) ( I can't.. stop! ) ( I can't.. stop! ) *scratched* ( I can't.. stop! ) ( I can't.. stop! ) ( I can't.. stop! ) ( I can't.. stop! ) ( I can't.. stop! ) *fades*

Tore Down

Tha Alkaholiks "Likwidation"
Stop, listen, what's that sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down [Wild Child] Hey yo, last FreshFest we was rockin Good Times This LikwidFest I be bustin out rhymes When Loot Pack's on your set we'll take total control of your mind feet body and inner soul Multiple beats to subject to discussion Wild Child sets it off after DJ Rome bring in my cuts in Can't understand overnight MC's that can't afford to get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord So I grab hip-hop right before wack MC's infect it Come attackin to your forehead and slowly make you respect it and then inject it, into your system, and when your veins start pulsatin, showin you Loot Pack, rocks the nation I'm on the court, Wild Child rocks the fort Keanu Reeves and Sinbad givin support, that gets my love I'd appreciate it, if y'all appreciate it, then rock with us Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters (I see you) I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick But when you see Loot Pack rock, watch us freak the physic, yo I must confess I'm from the West about Fresh Don't try and test cause I break MC's down to they flesh [Tash] So put your best against this, it don't matter who flows When they step in my direction Rico slows they rolls like AHH, cause my brain tells me go against the grain Cause these other niggaz out here all be rappin just the same But I spit flames, I kick ass and take names Fuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames and hung up on the wall right next to Picasso I heard niggaz comin down the pike, not so hot so Tash comes blazin, Loot Pack blazin Hot enough to fry you into california raisins Cause my Alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time I make words connect lovely like Coronas and lime So where you rhymes at Break em out, don't be scared, show me Everytime I flow I feel like y'all niggaz owe me The one and only from the group you could feel cause it's a million Alkaholiks on the Earth (and that's real) Chorus: Stop, listen, what's that sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down (Uh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh, I might skip this round) Stop... what's that sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down (I'm to' down, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down) [Loot Pack] We got that rhyme elevation racin like a mad liberation circle and run your base and, bust hip-hop preservation if you heard this on your station yo then you know that we'll knock you out with just, light ones Cut ya like a throne was on the cut slicer, I wet ya Yo I kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got beeps on his pager, cause my flavor's like major Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat offtime Then I read off lines or freestyle rhyme Make ya rewind the crate digga niggaz, always, spliff rhyme rip Never slip my hop hips a grip With the Likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin fate worse than freebasin, with them flows your chasin Lyrics lead the Pack way, so I can blast a rapper that ain't classy, get up out this fast lane Cause you'll be feelin mass pain from being phony like when a nigga swear he know me, yo it be no comprehende Been doin this long you might as well call me a sensei [J-Ro] Round and round I go This rapper's name is J-Ro Wack MC's don't waste your timeeeee (let me stick to the rhyme) Niggaz talk about scrappin when they can't scrape a grape That's why I choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape You don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garb-y You soft as a Barbie, hard as Terence Trent D'Arby You the wackest MC I ever heard You fly like a wingless bird, it's absurd, you get the D-I, C-K, in-ya-mouth, all-day for comin outside anyway, my style's terrific many say You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes at all Alkaholik bashes Chorus [Tash] Yeah that's right West coast this the tear down Likwid crew in the place, knowhatI'msayin Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast II coast Turnin them forties upside down Big up to King Tee and Xzibit Big up to the whole Likwid crew, big up to Mobb Deep The Def Squad, Cypress Hill, Wu-Tang, Westside Connection Uhh, to tear it down, I'm to' down, I might have to miss this round...

The PJ's

WYCLEF JEAN "Masquerade"
Mmmmmmmmm... yeah [Wyclef] (PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's So I gotta rep for the PJ's The elevators with the pissy hallways Bangin on the project walls, all day [Verse 1] Yo if it wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me Y'all be like, 'Who the hell is Wyclef, and what's a Fugee' I'd probably be standin on a corner - watch you approach Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, then snatch ya rope Run for brokes with the cash and the jewels Bows-eye, I hold my breath when I shoot The reason you should hold ya breath; cuz most thugs when they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot left Now they flesh being swept off the surface If you ain't B.I.G., you ain't Notorious So why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heat Someone bring him a bed, for the permanent sleep Weight beneath Jacob's Latter and the Aftermath Don't matter if you use a desert eagle as your armor Blood splatter, glass shatter through the project slums Another one in the obituary column son [Chorus] (PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's So I gotta rep for the PJ's The elevators with the pissy hallways Bangin on the project walls, all day (PJ's) I gotta make noise for the PJ's Wrote my first rhyme in the PJ's You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's The PJ's! PJ's [Verse 2] Before I was signed, I used to move on the block All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme Line for line, I make the blind man walk in a straight line to prison - and take a message to Shyne Peace God from the PJ's to Ground Zero It's a 'Hardknock Life' but 'The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow' Walk with a shadow through ghettos, playin in every borough You would think rap was rock they way I carry heavy metal It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screamin 'Team Spirit' grippin the shottie like Kurt Cobaine In the projects God, nuttin come easy Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleasy Move like a professional, young thug funeral Wattchu thought this was another Pepsi commercial Nah it's the art of war, when you least expected it Wyclef the president, the PJ's elected him [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yeah, and to the teachers that said I wouldn't live and my remains would be found under the Verizano Bridge Well I'm alive teach! So put ya theory to rest I ain't Makaveli but I might fake my death Make no mistake, I'm a hip-hop artist Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood charted it Surburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it Cuz in the PJ's we undergroudn like black markets The 'P' stand for public housing The 'R's for respect that ya get, when ya hold down ya set The 'O's for ounces that we flip into ki's The 'J's for the judgement handed by the ju-ry The 'E' is for enter, at your own risk You know the 'C' - that's for the cats that's out to get rich And the 'T'... trust no one And the 'S' is for the snitchers - you know the outcome... [Chorus]

Pulse of the Rhyme

ICE-T "O.G. Original Gangster"
Just checkin' my microphone once As I check your audio Increase the bass response Hope n the speakers blow I got no time to sit and flip And pop bullshit Turn up your stereo hops Insert the rhyme clip Roll your windows up Make sure it7s air tight E.Q. the track exact So shit sounds right I rhyme of death And darkness and danger Your crib or car Becomes a torture chamber I write my rhymes with violence What you expect Sounds of pain The snap of a broken neck All alone in darkness I sit each night Write my rhymes With blood upon a butcher knife You say the Ice is ill, and ill I am They try to ban my shit And I don't give a damn Roll up, your eye will get swoll up Suckers who flexed Yo, their deaths got tolled up Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with Boy with the big mouth Ya got time to riff There's time to take you out Put a couple caps in your ass Cut your head off Send it to your mom with flowers Cause I'm so soft Lay on your wack crew Smoke the whole bunch Bury 'em in my bck yard And then I'll eat lunch Cause I don't give a fuck about you Or him or her Whenever I'm in the house A death just might occur Is this real or fiction You'll never know [CHORUS] While you're locked to the Pulse of the rhyme flow! Once I lock you up, you can't get loose You put your head inside And I placed the noose The mic drips juice slow From its steel mesh My words feel like hooks Underneath your flesh Makin' you twist and turn Scorch and burn, when will you learn The '90s are my turn To pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimate Gangster rhyme, yo, I invented the shit! Watch me dod it, as I do it And I do it right Grab the gauge Duct tape on the flashlight Doin' the black ski mask And come to your house Cut off your power And do you with the lights out! Is this real or fiction You'll never know [CHORUS] A pool of blood and floating body parts Would make me grin A close view of a razor When it's breaking skin If you were burnin' I'd use gasoline to put you out Cause I walk alone And choose the dark route Nightmares gotta be loved by some And I'm the one Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun You ever see your partner die No Well I have! You ever see your father die No Well I have! You ever see your mother die No Well I have! So shut the fuck up, punk And clear the rhyme path! What would make meel calm and nice Is a slow slice Through your jugular and windpipe Throw me in jail I won't even try to make bail Put me in the gas chamber And watch me inhale! Is this true or false Well you'll never know [CHORUS] Jason, Tales from the Crypt And the Dark Side Another fly murder, another suicide Did these flicks Have an influence on my brain I really doubt that shit I think that I was born insane When I was young I had a lust for knives and guns Use a magnifying glass To fry an ant with the sun And on and on My lust for death got bigger At fifteen I was placed behind a trigger Although I'm dirty Not the one to be swept up step up, I'd love to open your chest up I've got no concept of life or death All I want is your last breath Give me a motherfuckin' break I should behave Give me a motherfuckin' shovel I'll dig graves! I break ill in extra large portions where's your parents I'll make you an orphan So when you're talkin' crazy You better think of me The I, to the C, to the E, to the fuckin' T! There'll be no tears No screams or cries, just a laser beam Between your fuckin' eyes You feel strange well now you know [CHORUS]

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