Spooks - b**h Blood lyrics

It ain't no mistakin' Rappers out now be fakin' I thought it was a {...} Then why the f** he shakin'? This n***a scared Oh, I thought he was weird Back-bone connected to the b**h-bone, yeah! That's why he be mumblin' Fumblin', not rumblin' I thought he spoke German His b**h-a** be stutterin' So what's the situation? Yo, I had a revelation f** up the patient? Yeah, start the operation! (Chorus): "Stick to the script, read it like we wrote it Don't switch the pitch, b**h you can quote it We sense nonsense, ... just dilute it. b**h blood pumpin' through your veins and we knew it (watch out now)" x2 What? Look at you, gettin' all your feelings, trynna think of a way to downplay anything I say You just a b**h, acting like you ain't a b**h, hoping never be exposed for being a b**h Soon as you find yourself in the company of individuals who, for the most part, got they sh** together You start talking about cool sh** that other people do, then stuck yourself in they shoes like we gonna think it was you. But you're not that clever. (Stupid) You can't slip past our radar, not even in stealth mode, 'cos once you cross the threshold you zapped with a barcode. so no we all know and you can never go incognito. 'Cos your ID reveals your past and untold truths, you're a b**h-blood carrier, you're not contagious but nobody wants to be around you. (Chorus) Now you done f**ed up, bro let me tell you, y'all on some bullsh**, that's why sh** fell through. Reneging on contracts, got kinda yeisty, saw dollar signs 'cos I was on MTV. Talking that dumb sh**, you want half for publishing? b**h work for hire, now you gets nothing. Tracks wasn't that good, ... album's done anyway. f** around, need you just like old management: told Ming go solo? You f**ed your own self, that was a no-no, go 'head with that bullsh**, your touch ain't platinum, you had us and Daewon, tell me: what happened? Industry sources said that your label dip came from the Spooks. Oh, that's the playing field? n***a, you b**h, thought it was all sweet? Save all that rap and I'll see you on a dark street. (Chorus) Implant {...} You hold the strobe light Take out the heart, yo! Divulge the big knife Go get the funnel You got the blood bowl b**h blood spillin' and, oh...! We stealin' your soul. No courage! Thick blood Y'all black as porridge. Disbarred, mentally fradulent, you thinking it hard! {...} Chop a n***a lifeline short, you livin' too long! (Chorus) (Some lyrics missing, all help appreciated. I know at least some of them are contained in the booklet for S.I.O.S.O.S Volume 1, but I don't have it to hand).