[Intro - Ming Xia] Heeeey. Oooooh yeah Hee-eeey [Chorus - Ming Xia] Faster Than You Know (know) Love will only make you grow (hiiigh) And free yoooooou Dont be scared to show (show) Why dont you just let it flow? (hiiigh) And heal yoooooou [Over Chorus] - UH! Yeah, Spook clique! [Verse 1] Theres a lotta fans sayin theyll die for us But wheres the fans tryina live for us? For real, clean up the block and raise some kids for us Cos we dont 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 thats my word - from the fire to the raindrops [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Water Water] 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 Im 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 [Chorus] [Vers 3 - Chali 2na] Yo, these self-proclaimed kings of writing songs Aint concerned with the distinction between right and wrong Through love we face hate, its 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 mans 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 [Chorus x2] - *fades out on repeat*
Artist: Spooks Chali 2na (Jurassic 5)
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