[Intro - Ming Xia]
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Heeeey. Oooooh yeah
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Hee-eeey
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[Chorus - Ming Xia]
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Faster Than You Know (know)
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Love will only make you grow (hiiigh)
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And free yoooooou
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Don't be scared to show (show)
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Why don't you just let it flow? (hiiigh)
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And heal yoooooou
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[Over Chorus] - UH! Yeah, Spook clique!
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[Verse 1]
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There's a lotta fans sayin' they'll die for us
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But where's the fans tryin'a live for us?
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For real, clean up the block and raise some kids for us
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'Cos we don't need you gettin' high and doin' bids for us
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And listen up close all my wannabe thugs
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The realest warriors was always motivated by love
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They used their strength to rise above the violence and the drugs
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Then went home and gave they queens and they kids hugs
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If you wanna be free, released from the unrest
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The stress and the emptiness just follow me
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Help me break down this wall of hypocrisy
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And we can rise up and fufill prophecy
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Faster than a shot of light to ya ground shot
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Love, can help ya breathe and make the pain stop
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Love, can open eyes and make the chains drop
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And that's my word - from the fire to the raindrops
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2 - Water Water]
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Yo, Yo
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Some dudes are fakin', off-stage a "wanksta"
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Displayin' they prankster, claimin' they gansgter
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Naww! All the real thugs are dead or in jail
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Sweatin' in cells, your man [?] is now madamoiselle
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We laughin' at Rell, runnin' round yellin " [?] society fell"
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With two fakes and chewin' on nails
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And castin' too hard when explainin' feelings
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Playin' wit' they children, vexin' our women
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Then flexin' as villains
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I'm not buyin' so save the nonsense
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You paid to lie in confidence
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A made man, but in the fabricated sense
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You gotta hear with the intent to benefit
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and feel when you repent
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to never sell your soul up in cement
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Time is well spent when you present
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the love over [?] to rock like 'em ornaments
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So stop with the foolishness!
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The love movement, we explored
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and brought to you, Spooks sittin' by the door
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[Chorus]
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[Vers 3 - Chali 2na]
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Yo, these self-proclaimed kings of writing songs
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Ain't concerned with the distinction between right and wrong
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Through love we face hate, it's barely a surprise
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That the truth tastes great to a belly full of lies
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Mainland villains wit' your gangland killin'
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Get that same gland fillin' from gang your man's still in
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The mic is [?] attract swarms of frivalous fans
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Usin' devilous plans, they decieve and expand
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Their influence 'cos looks at what takes precedence
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Pockets are desolate, but you rock a ridiculous neck-a-lace
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Competin' with Mrs. Jones
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Completes the message sent to these kids through wicked poems
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I stick it to 'em and re-inform
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Poeticly [?], no credit for bein' calm
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Theoretically be at arms
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And fightin' if need be
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On a mission, exposin' the malnutrition globe-ified on TV, so
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[Chorus x2] - [fades out on repeat]
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Faster Than You Know
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Spooks |