Demigodz - Can't Fool Me (Conspire Remix)From the upcoming remix project God of WarLyrics:George Bush: "There's an old saying in Tennessee—I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee—that says, 'Fool me once, shame on... shame on you. Fool me—you can't get fooled again." You can fool the last one but you can't fool meCan't fool meCan't fool meCan't fool meYou can fool the last one but you can't foolThe simple fact it's the G-O-DsThis is the hardest record all year, mark my wordsFrom the dark I emerge power sparks the surgeGot juggernaut strength lift buildings with both handsCrush a tank like a child stepping on coke cansThe gigantic beast must be out of my mindElectrically charged I jump rope with live powerlinesOn some real shit, body made of steel shitTravel with more nines than "bring your 4th graders on a field trip"You never heard a nigga that can spit it like Blac couldFiend out niggas steaming crack in they back woodsGrew up in a black hood, rocking a black hoodRhymed on a corner til my rap got goodI studied the art like you shouldRhyme for rhyme I abuse it, get used upPlease don't confuse usFor happy niggas at the back of the busGet your green bags up and in Demigodz we trustI'm sick and twisted like a juggalo with AIDSOr a Stephen King page or a dying grandmother growing braidsI'm so driven I get road rage on stageThoughts, liquid crack, I move liters like motorcadesI've been on plenty tours dealing with these crazy whoresThey need their head examined like the AVN awardsI'm '87 wars, pick apart you bastardsOn a powertrip like Ahmadinejad on acidNot with the fooling with hard spitting hooliganWhen he's out they like, "Aw shit it's you again?"They can't stand me, I'm known to keep a slammyThe only thing you pack on your hip is a fannyDoeraker pharmacist, paper become anonymousFlow so psychotic bitch, lyrically we oppositesIn other words y'all can't tell me shitYou pay the same price that the deer caught up in the headlights didYou cannot attempt to meet at the mountain I'm onI climb higher than the rapper you just smoked out to get on your songThinking you're on, you're more off than a circuit that's blownAfter a storm I'm that verbal hurricane then I'm goneDon't pretend that you matter you don'tI'd rather speak the truth than leave you out for the chokeAnd besides you need some lessons my suggestion is nopeDon't do it your intentions are mess and I see through itIED under your SUV, escalate your EscaladeFucking fag, I got a duffle bag full of 'nadesAdd a clip, and some track, what I'm aiming atFailed arithmetic but at marksmanship I'm a brainiacSuffocate, twist, and arch your throatMaybe you should dip because I mastered the art of chokeStart to provoke, talk loud or try to speak outI'll break your arm like Sean Combs did to Steve Stoute