Faster Than You Know Lyrics - Faster Than You Know - Spooks

[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 

Don't be scared to show (show) 

Why don't you just let it flow? (hiiigh) 

And heal yoooooou 

[Over Chorus] - UH! Yeah, Spook clique! 

[Verse 1] 

There's a lotta fans sayin' they'll die for us 

But where's the fans tryin'a live for us? 

For real, clean up the block and raise some kids for us 

'Cos we don't 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 that's 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 Terelle is now madamoiselle 

We laughin' at Rell, runnin' round yellin "bout 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 

I'm 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 torment 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 

Ain't concerned with the distinction between right and wrong 

Through love we face hate, it's 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 man's still in 

The mic (his wack poems)? 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 (aplomb)?, 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