King Kirk - Spy Hunter lyrics

Spy Detail: There was a 498-DS A top-secret formula had been stolen from the research lab We had a job to do We ran all suspects name through R&I and came up with (King Kirk) Respond like James Bond to this con named Don Milli-ons in his palms, sellin' neutron bombs Time 6 a.m., agent mayhem and eight men, no maybe ten Came to scoop me in the Benz in the ??Graham?? Money involved? Say when, gave me a beige Range and thangs But they claimed the Range changed to a plane, strange But perfect, showed me circuits and how to work it Wounds- how to nurse it, weapons- how to burst it Searched it, like a serpent, read the blueprints Dime be with two chinks sportin' links and new minks Drive a six with dark tints and one of the chinks Named Dinks and Dinks always drinks so he thinks he's invinc' Other chinks a wimp, but Teflon's his vest holds If he think you gonna roll, he'll put holes in your dress code/ Time to load and hit the highway, I'ma do it my way Spy way, do or die way, Schwarzenegger, True Lie way! So I pulled up on the drive way, ran thru the side way Saw his compadres, motherf**er, yippee kay-ah Die hard!, n***a yelled "my God!", caught an Uzi scar Hit the tar, other bullet to the car, "Ah!" Time to pay him back, time to fade him Got up tried to spray him, no aim, so I grenade him/ Didn't get the Don but the bombs was a factor Found what I was after, set the reactors For two minutes, heard laughter and "lieutenant you finished" It was the Don with a Smitheth, Wessun to my chestun For a second I thought I was dead, no more said Then I heard shots of lead and lead sped through his forehead Brando with the ammo and Dubez with the Uz' Move into plane rovers, motherf**er, we spy hunters (Big Dubez) Big Dubez, Billy D, four-five, concealed weapon Runnin thru bricks that n***as ain't yet step on Eludin Cop-po, in the eight, inhalin char-coal They tailin but I'm Indy 500 Monaco Pigs can't stop no, Sporty Thiev Gestapo They sickened against flip whips to saw you slick and Out the fender, yo, no retreat no surrender To the fullest, that's why my toys deflect bullets! On the cell like "Who in charge? Get me the sarge" Your squad car next, your fam reached my garage Espio-nage, yo my fate on the rocks I blow 'em out the box, firin missiles on roadblocks On the verge on smack-ups, forces callin for back-up Chunked in the trunk, 200 ki's to crack up Breathe holdin's essential, spy-hunter utensils Four govermentals with four sets of dentals I'm on a Cannonball Run like Burt Reynolds Bustin off at the choppers, backin down coppers (Gunshots)---ooooh!! (Marlon Brando) We in the Phillipines, on d**h row, about to face guillotines My crew lace marines, stick over and make realer teams So yo, say hello to my li'l friend, wanna play? OK! feel ten thru your steel, man Yo we come together like foreign lea-ders Livin large in Argen-tina, camouflaged in Kor-ea In the bushes where they can't see-us Spin astro 16 silence-face screw ons Mission impossible, merge em to the Persians With 2 Glocks to my head, enuff cream to flip the script Got n***as watchin the Feds, twenty ultra-red Beams comin through my window, tear-gas bleak up my gla** The smoke blew the crib-bo, the coke moves are ditto Layin blue in Beirut, sneak-in weed-in Swe-den Shook the D's in Peru, like a crooked Batman With no partner but still (robbing/Robin) Trails be mind-bogglin, leave the D's followin My front man, I be the big man behind the front man Front man got knocked? Big man still be the trump man Mix six crews and their glues, skully low smokin ni-ckles Runnin' up in cold blocks with ic-icles, spray the trey-nickle Guaranteed to hit you, if I miss you Bullets will probably ricochet and nip you And fall like the Berlin wall Hang 'em off ??the terror spies?? lets make a ball Crooked navy seals with flak-on, sniffin, getting they crack on I managed to mack on enough oil to put Iraq on, stapped the gats on For this spy-war, coke lab, helicopter roof, and a cy-borg