Motive - Can't Fool Me lyrics

Hook "You can fool the last one but you can't fool me" "can't fool me" (x3) "You can fool the last one but you can't fool" The simple fact it's the G-O-Ds" [Verse 1: Apathy] This is the hardest record all year, mark my words From the dark I emerge power sparks the surge Got juggernaut strength lift buildings with both hands Crush a tank like a child stepping on coke cans Gigantic beasts must be out of my mind Electrically charged I jump rope with live powerlines On some real sh**, body made of steel sh** Travel with more nines than "bring your 4th graders on a field trip" [Verse 2: Blacastan] You never heard a n***a that can spit it like Blac could Fiend out n***as steaming crack in they back woods Grew up in a black hood, rocking a black hood Rhymed on a corner til my rap got good I studied the art like you should Rhyme for rhyme I abuse it, get used up Please don't confuse us For happy n***as at the back of the bus Get your green bags up and in Demigodz we trust [Hook] [Verse 3: Esoteric] I'm sick and twisted like a juggalo with aids Or a Stephen King page or a dying grandmother growing braids I'm so driven I get road rage on stage Thoughts, liquid crack, I move liters like motorcades I've been on plenty tours dealing with these crazy who*es They need their head examined like the AVN awards I'm '87 wars, pick apart you ba*tards On a powertrip like Ahmadinejad on acid [Verse 4: Motive] Not with the fooling with hard spitting hooligan When he's out they like, "Aw sh** it's you again?" They can't stand me, I'm known to keep a slammy The only thing you pack on your hip is a fanny Doeraker pharmacist, paper become anonymous Flow so psychotic b**h, lyrically we opposites In other words y'all can't tell me sh** You pay the same price that the deer caught up in the headlights did [Hook] [Verse 5: Eternia] You cannot attempt to meet at the mountain I'm on I climb higher than the rapper you just smoked out to get on your song Thinking you're on, you're more off than a circuit that's blown After a storm I'm that verbal hurricane then I'm gone Don't pretend that you matter you don't I'd rather speak the truth than leave you out for the choke And besides you need some lessons my suggestion is nope Don't do it your intentions are mess and I see through it [Verse 6: Celph Titled] IED under your SUV, escalate your Escalade f**ing f*g, I got a duffle bag full of 'nades Add a clip, and some track, what I'm aiming at Failed arithmetic but at marksmanship I'm a brainiac Suffocate, twist, and arch your throat Maybe you should dip because I mastered the art of choke Start to provoke, talk loud or try to speak out I'll break your arm like Sean Combs did to Steve Stoute [Hook]