paroles de chanson The Mission - Spooks
[ Verse
1 ]
This
is
a
mission,
not
a
small
time
thing
Let
me
tell
you
'bout
what
happened
when
the
phone
went
(*ring*)
Well,
i
was
coolin
at
the
crib
with
this
girl
suzanne
And
everything
was
goin
just
accordin
to
plan
When
the
phone
rang
- yo,
i
couldn't
believe
it
Told
myself
to
ignore
it,
forget
it,
leave
it
Just
when
things
had
started
goin
great
It
rang
again
i
said,
hold
up,
wait
Picked
up
the
phone,
yelled,
who
the
hell
is
this?
Somebody
said,
this
is
serious
business
There's
a
tape
in
the
mailbox
between
your
doors
Take
the
tape
from
the
box,
and
put
it
in
yours
I
listened
to
the
tape
and
my
mouth
just
dropped
I
picked
up
the
phone,
but
the
man
hung
up
It
said,
yo,
'this
tape
will
self-destruct'
I
pressed
the
deck,
but
the
tape
was
stuck
Oh
well,
what
the
heck,
i
just
cleaned
up
the
mess
Opened
up
the
closet,
got
the
bullet-proof
west
Loaded
up
the
sawed-off,
the
double-barrel
The
rambo
knife
with
the
hunting
apparel
Threw
on
the
trench,
kissed
the
girl
good-bye
She
said,
special
ed,
don't
go,
you
might
die
Started
cryin
and
huggin
on
me,
so
i
shut
her
I
said,
sorry
baby,
but
i
gotta
do
what
i
gotta
(You're
on
a
mission)
Do
what
i
gotta
This
is
a
mission,
not
a
small-time
thing
[ Verse
2 ]
Took
the
express
on
a
air
force
jet
The
thoughts
in
my
mind
broke
me
out
into
sweat
I
was
thinkin
of
the
message
again
and
again
In
particular
the
name
of
lu
chin
chen
Yo,
i
landed
in
japan
with
intent
to
kill
You
could
tell
i
wasn't
jokin
by
the
look
on
my
grill
Took
a
look
at
the
picture
of
the
man
that
i
was
after
A
5 foot
10
black-belt
karate
master
Knew
where
to
find
him,
knew
where
he
would
be
I
turned
around
and
showin
up
mr.
chen
found
me
I
looked
him
in
the
eye
with
a
stare
so
cold
I
said,
i
came
to
revenge
for
the
rhymes
you
stole
Now
you
must
die,
because
that
is
my
mission
He
flipped
back,
got
into
a
fighting
position
The
tiger
style,
the
shit
was
wild
He
threw
his
hands
in
the
air,
he
started
to
smile
I
said,
you
can
smile
now,
but
you
won't
for
long
Cause
sucker,
you'll
be
sorry
that
you
stole
my
song
He
said,
choose
your
style,
i
broke
fool,
i
said,
what?
Pulled
out
the
knife,
tried
to
shove
it
in
his
gut
It
didn't
even
cut,
i
flipped,
i
started
buggin
Pulled
out
the
hand
gun,
i
shot
a
slug
in
His
chest,
he
said,
buddah
bless
and
stood
proud
Out
shot
the
bullet,
mr.
chen
just
bowed
So
i
shot
him
again
- yo,
i
couldn't
believe
Mr.
chen
caught
the
bullet
in
this
two
front
teeth
Yo,
he
kicked
me
on
the
floor
just
like
i
was
a
child
I
got
fed
up,
i
thought
of
flatbush
style
Stood
to
my
feet,
threw
my
hands
to
the
sky
Shaked
him
then,
i
faked
him,
then
i
caught
him
in
the
eye
He
started
stumblin,
yo,
i
started
wildin
He
tripped,
busted
his
lip,
i
started
smilin
Knew
he
was
defeated,
but
i
wasn't
done
yet
So
i
shot
him
with
the
shotie,
then
i
jetted
in
the
jet
(You're
on
a
mission)
Jetted
in
the
jet
This
is
a
mission,
not
a
small-time
thing
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