Other Script Lyrics by Spooks

Other Script Lyrics

    chorus x 2
    spooks is on some other script
    that's why you be lovin' it
    my crew that's the butter clique be glad you discovered it
    hip hop originals spook rock we runnin' this
    playin' in the club it hits radio be bumpin' it

    j d
    consensus these cats are forever flippin' hits
    but every time i turn around spooks got to prove this
    old hits to new hits next hits to crew hits
    you fuck with it poppin' that nonsense we true to this
    my alternator flow be flippin' radio we done that
    spooks still spit it for you thugs yeah we done that
    you want it then battle a spook we can't lose for god we fight
    suffice the plight with the might from piety rights
    plunge you with lice plead your plight spice for spite
    on judgement night with three strikes
    the wicked is right livin' in trife recite songs
    repent crimes it's pendulum time
    the comin' of christ for mankind

    chorus x 2

    hypno
    most of these stupid mc's could never handle the steez
    spooks be bringin' when we singin' man y'all wing it and please
    i got the crucial chromosones to stimulate these microphones
    the hardware plus the software plus the hormones
    a prerequisite for wreckin' cliques keepin' it hectic
    phenobarbitol could never stall this wild epileptic style
    electric and mental spasmodic erotic
    type of flow that could only be described as hypnotic
    man it's a fact that i got it hemmed up and guaranteed
    mc's approach me but they gainin' in the cranial bleed
    you need to learn to read between the lines of coke dust and weed
    you're smokin' chokin' off the speed of illusion indeed

    chorus x 2

    water water
    i speak the spookanese
    like abominable dominos crushin' crews with ease
    who never had the need or the beats the loser's theme
    oh what i'm always luke warm
    then put that group on and wham your necks under the yukon
    i crash the savage talkin' badly while livin' lavish
    put your cabbage on the block chop straight drop the hatchet
    now your head's rollin'
    put my fingers in your eyes and my thumb in your mouth
    and make up a new sport called head bowlin'
    oh is flow in it boy you're finished
    bite my script and i'll extort my percentage
    of your royalty not waitin' to disregard it's blatant
    when chhh chhh ahhh ahhh i sneak up like jason
    so got me when ya can't get it bitin' me's a grand mimic
    this is from popeye but even he gon' eat some bad spinach
    cause i'm forever spittin' for cheddar fixin's
    make clever kittens do the wop outside the reverend's mission

    chorus x 2

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