Celph Titled - Secret Agent lyrics

[Intro: Louis Logic] Yo, check it out, this is Louis Logic My man Celph Titled on the boards J.J. Brown on the scratches f** all of y'all actors, know what I mean? Check it out Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1] What I spit is slick like, p**n flick chicks and Vaseline Going down south like Big Mike Cause when it comes to pushing weight My wax is like crack to fiends You have to light by crafting pipes out of the DAT machine n***as afraid to play with me, like Magic's team Cause circle start catching purple hearts like Vietnam marines They hate me but still buy, like n***as and Koreans It's a dirty business but my hands are clean How many worthy critics on this green earth diss Lou's flow? Kids you know would s** dick for a Louis Logic T-shirt So it's gotta be worth spending the loot On something 170 proof before I step in the booth So pissed, I'll never recoup, and if you ever get dissed It's me and family and friends in cahoots So send in the troops like Schwarzkopf, we neutering n***as Cutting your balls off so you'll never produce I'll put your head in a noose, not that I chill with the klan But I'm an extremely militant man So down for the cause I'd spill on your fam' And just know, before I beat you That I would cheat like Hilary's man [Chorus] My squad is like vagrants We wander the streets and pavement And try to stay bent, disguised as secret agents Motherf**ers is trying to find out the plans to our mission And positioning of our secret hideout [Samples] {"Freeze!"} {"Down on your knees"} {"I never run when I'm in trouble"} {"My enemies freeze"} {"Secret"} {"Agent"} {"Brothers in the place"} {"Don't fight"} [Verse 2] I'm feelin' edgy, abducting MCs in the back of a trunk Slappin you punks 'Til you taste more blood than Dracula's tongue So place no bets, my effects is long range You're short changed, trying to come with it, like payphone s** I'm feeling Waco, Tex, half loco and half postal From weeks after weeks of weak take-home checks And my work ethic is uninspired, yeah I'm admired As a talented tongue for hire But I'm one big liar, under fire with a sick sense of humor I don't eat p**y, I'm grew tired of the sick scent of tuna I'm just waiting to invent a rumor that you're a pervert Sweet as sherbet, and prove it for sure that words hurt Hide your face in a paper bag, I humiliate MCs To the degree they'd have to take the stage in drag It's not too late to add, I'll diss you in your favorite mag Erase your chart position as the latest ad I'm out altering documents To say that all fraudulent occupants Of this industry are reported as communist spies I'm spitting ominous lies like a compulsive That hover over your dead career, hungry vultures [Chorus] [Samples] [Outro] Aw, yo, this is Louis Logical, you know what I'm saying? I've been tellin n***as, you know what I'm saying? Head's is hungry like cats that sleep in boxes and sh** Motherf**ers need to pay the toll Before they cross the bridge, you know what I'm saying? You'll get mistreated like foster kids, word is bond Yo, and we out, and we out, and we out, and we out