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I Got U

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

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