I Got U Lyrics - S.i.o.s.o.s. Vol. 1: Hijacking The Planet - Spooks

One, two 

Achoo 

Bless you 

I got u 

Caught you and taught you 

As one, two 

Achoo 

Bless you 

I got u 

Caught you and taught you 

One, two 

Achoo 

Bless you 

I got u 

Caught you and taught you 

As one, two 

Achoo 

Bless you 

I got u 

Caught you and taught you 

I got u 

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, [Incomprehensible] and mud and bloody rugs 

Screamin' on cats, we spit in your face, blast back 

The Spooks put politicians in bags and [Incomprehensible] 

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 

'Cuz 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 u 

Caught you and taught you 

As one, two 

Achoo 

Bless you 

I got u 

Caught you and taught you 

One, two 

Achoo 

Bless you 

I got u 

Caught you and taught you 

As one, two 

Achoo 

Bless you 

I got u 

Caught you and taught you 

Got u 

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 ethereal thriller, mysterious serving guerrilla 

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 mawfuckar 

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 u 

Caught you and taught you 

As one, two 

Achoo 

Bless you 

I got u 

Caught you and taught you 

One, two 

Achoo 

Bless you 

I got u 

Caught you and taught you 

As one, two 

Achoo 

Bless you 

I got u 

Caught you and taught you 

Got u 

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 'cuz 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 [Incomprehensible] all the time 

But these are the things that makes a freestyle so unique 

From a precorded, practiced, or written 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