Faster Than You Know

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