Spies Like Us

Yo. yeah.
 So I slid behind the van, ran down the hill quick
 Knight Rider episode callin KITT
 Talkin telecom through a channel on my wrist
 S.O.S. bein sent, (fuck) the superhero (shit)
 In and out of phone booths, kryptonite
 Whistle for a taxi beneath the street light
 Pick me up, drop me off two blocks from the site
 And make sure nobody knows about the secret uh-ahh uh-ahh
 Beware the spy brought binoculars
 Got a strange feelin cause I know somebody's watchin us
 They're comin for my music
 But they can't hack it, so I'm jettin through the streets
 attractive, with the key in the black book of matches
 Floatin past pedestrians, cross over the bridge
 Got, major with new flavor and brought it to North Ridge
 But, everybody wraps like a toga
 So I took the subway to the city of Kinnoga
 Build a foundation to resist the mainstream
 S.O.B., three lethal weapons all on the same team
 Spread it rapidly like a sonic gangrene
 Hangin portraits of the pitiful, so punk say cheese
 Pack the briefcase with explosives
 Walkie-talkie signal causin all types of commotion
 I'm still bein followed
 No choice but to rocket like the 13th Apollo
 and dissapear into the smoke, inside a genie bottle
 Got me caught up with Dr. Jekyll lookin for Mr. Rhymer
 True, radios green for the spies
 [Chorus x2]
 Spies like us see everything you do
 Every move you make, every last clue
 All the mistakes and all the check one two's
 Locked in a briefcase of the S.O.B. crew
 You know me by my alias, Tiger Trenchcoat Chan
 Mr. Incognito with the microphone can
 Place and date of birth unknown, tappin phonelines
 Plantin bugs in your stereo box when you ain't home
 Trackin my assailants with my high tech surveillance
 Night vision goggles with the poison dart impalements
 Secret artist sabotage cause train derailments
 Styles of Beyond recon, with deadly ailments
 Yo - even my wife don't know my double life
 Double low on the mic, out of mind, out of sight
 Usin night as a cloak cause I walk my dog dope
 Peepin you, like a naked bitch on my telescope
 Runnin through the thick smoke, slipped and broke your back
 on the oil slick track that lay just like a nympho
 Collectin clues and info, keep tabs on crews who choose
 To pose and rock dues in Range Rover rentals
 Manipulate your pad and pencil
 to instigate a cold war over instrumentals
 Evacuate, ID their bodies by their dental
 Let the record show the victim died by deadly flows afflicted to the mental
 Depicted in the scene, it's the undercover team
 Kickin fools like Kung-Fu, Jeru, and Carradine
 All up my sleeves in my rhymin fatigues, the party starts
 with a magnifying glass scope and chop the body parts
 Who's responsible? (Disguisin y'all constable)
 Drape the yellow tape around the body, front page, 2nd article
 Obituaries filled with suckers with no skill
 In the line of duty hitmen for hire, yo what's the deal?
 For real, gag his throat, slap him if he squeals
 9-1-3-0-6 information gets revealed
 Bloody Mary holiday, flashback, remember this evidence
 clearly show you trespass the premises
 (Spies on the case)
 You heard my name but you can't match the face
 From out the shadows ha ha nobody's safe ha ha
 Kill em all ha ha without a trace, cash double-oh
 [Emcee 007]
 Fourth and inches off the benches in comes the crowd favorite
 Jaded, 007 the special agent
 Radiant, triple X flexin with heat
 Break necks of those who sweat thou and try to compete
 Elite, for this moment in time, I steal the sunshine
 and spit flames at any MC who try to take mine
 The eighth sign apocalyptic, lyrically gifted
 The final move you make is made against the mystic
 The swiftest, always prevail, the human 3rd rail
 I exhale the smoke from molotov cocktails
 Propel the power conduct, uhh, I bring the ruck
 What the (fuck)? Ten seconds, this track self destructs