Styles Of Beyond: Spies like us

[Takbir]Yo.. yeah..So I slid behind the van, ran down the hill quickKnight Rider episode callin KITTTalkin telecom through a channel on my wristS.O.S. bein sent, (fuck) the superhero (shit)In and out of phone booths, kryptoniteWhistle for a taxi beneath the street lightPick me up, drop me off two blocks from the siteAnd make sure nobody knows about the secret uh-ahh uh-ahhBeware the spy brought binocularsGot a strange feelin cause I know somebody's watchin usThey're comin for my musicBut they can't hack it, so I'm jettin through the streetsattractive, with the key in the black book of matchesFloatin past pedestrians, cross over the bridgeGot, major with new flavor and brought it to North RidgeBut, everybody wraps like a togaSo I took the subway to the city of KinnogaBuild a foundation to resist the mainstreamS.O.B., three lethal weapons all on the same teamSpread it rapidly like a sonic gangreneHangin portraits of the pitiful, so punk say cheese [click]Pack the briefcase with explosivesWalkie-talkie signal causin all types of commotionI'm still bein followedNo choice but to rocket like the 13th Apolloand dissapear into the smoke, inside a genie bottleGot me caught up with Dr. Jekyll lookin for Mr. RhymerTrue, radios green for the spiesSpies like us see everything you doEvery move you make, every last clueAll the mistakes and all the check one two'sLocked in a briefcase of the S.O.B. crew[x2][Ryu]You know me by my alias, Tiger Trenchcoat ChanMr. Incognito with the microphone canPlace and date of birth unknown, tappin phonelinesPlantin bugs in your stereo box when you ain't homeTrackin my assailants with my high tech surveillanceNight vision goggles with the poison dart impalementsSecret artist sabotage cause train derailmentsStyles of Beyond recon, with deadly ailmentsYo - even my wife don't know my double lifeDouble low on the mic, out of mind, out of sightUsin night as a cloak cause I walk my dog dopePeepin you, like a naked {bitch} on my telescopeRunnin through the thick smoke, slipped and broke your backon the oil slick ?? lay just like a nymphoCollectin clues and info, keep tabs on crews who chooseto pose and rock dues in Range Rover rentalsManipulate your pad and pencilto instigate a cold war over instrumentalsEvacuate, ID their bodies by their dental - let the record showthe victim died by deadly flows afflicted to the mentalDepicted in the scene, it's the undercover teamKickin fools like Kung-Fu, Jeru, and Carradine[Styles of Beyond]All up my sleeves in my rhymin fatigues, the party startswith a magnifying glass scope and chop the body partsWho's responsible?Disguisin y'all constableDrape the yellow tape around the body, front page, 2nd articleObituaries filled with suckers with no skillIn the line of duty hitmen for hire, yo what's the deal?For real, gag his throat, slap him if he squeals9-1-3-0-6 information gets revealedBloody Mary holiday, flashback, remember this evidenceclearly show you trespass the premisesSpies on the caseYou heard my name but you can't match the faceFrom out the shadows ha ha nobody's safe ha haKill em all ha ha without a trace, cash double-oh[Emcee 007]Fourth and inches off the benches in comes the crowd favoriteJaded, 007 the special agentRadiant, triple X flexin with heatBreak necks of those who sweat thou and try to competeElite, for this moment in time, I steal the sunshineand spit flames at any MC who try to take mineThe eighth sign apocalyptic, lyrically giftedThe final move you make is made against the mysticThe swiftest, always prevail, the human 3rd railI exhale the smoke from molotov cocktailsPropel the power conduct, uhh, I bring the ruckWhat the fuck[?] Ten seconds, this track self destructs