Stop Spying - The Grouch

What the fuck they lookin' at that hides behind my back?

I’m just an ordinary guy with a knack to kick a rap

Wondering why they wanna have that information on me

What I buy at Latees isn’t really exciting

I’m fighting my way

Through the camera laid store

And when I purchase something

They wanna know more

But what for man?

I’m talkin' Radio Shack

The good guys that’s all bad, they created a stack, a file

I wanna wile but I’ll settle for the discount

She’s bound to come back though

Ten fold

I’m only twenty three years old and bold

Never owned a weapon so what the fuck they stressin' for

I go for walks in the wilderness wonderin'

Do the trees see?

And what the fuck do they want with me?

If they do man, I’m trippin'

Sippin' on some brew cause reality is cuckoo

Rewind the tape, that’s his face

He was in the wrong place

Run his social

We got it all here, he’s local

This is what he knows

And this is what he owes

Here’s where he goes to buy his clothes

Man if they really want the run down on me they should ask

I’m a person

Nothin' to hide but my ass

For certain

I caught them peepin' and keepin'

Account of my actions

What the fuck they trackin'?

What the fuck they trackin'?

Add the information up then put it in a pile

Take a picture trick, you’ll never get my style down

What they want with my grocery list?

Most of this is outta hand

Now you can’t…see me

I bought this Hennessy at 9:23

On the southside of S.C. with my last fuckin' twenty

?

pigs cause they’d dig to know that info

Swipe the magnetic stripe and void it before it ends so

I get to sweatin' and lookin' over my shoulder

Actin' like I’m stupid and it’s only gettin' colder than this

If they miss a word I heard it’s on tape

But all I do is kick it and try and create

They keep eyein'

I keep supplyin' tracks with no tax so

Ask for the facts but don’t send them via fax/fac-

-simile

I act timid, he

Much more in it than out

Shout when the don’t watch

Pout, no I won’t

Got a hunch

Underground is lunch to that bunch

Stomp while they spyin'

Just knock 'em out and say «die»

I lay myself low in the cut

Knowin' it was

Today’s convenience got 'em seein' shit tomorrow

Borrow the tape and make hate come out

Before we run out of time

I wanna see 'em go blind

Before we run out of time

I wanna see 'em go blind