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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,472
Peak in subgenre #1,399
Author
Mink-C
Rights
Mink-C
Uploaded
April 28, 2004
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Sitting here thumbing through the pages of my rhyme book
My girl walks in 'go on, let me have a look'
Fuck off! My sick poems are for spittin not for sittin
on your fat fuckin ass, leafing through my fuckin writtens
this ain't no photo album or no recepies for cooking
i wrote this shit with the blood from my soul and you ain't looking
i close the shit, 'i thought we didn't have no secrets'
thats bullshit and you know it, now make me a cup of tea bitch
you see a great artist wouldn't show their shit half finished
thats the topic of this song, so let me take a hot minute
when I was a kid I always idolized the best in their field
started loving great authors from the moment I could read
started loving great musicians by the way that they played
and started loving great artists for the paintings they made
if you asked people who i base myself of when I'm spitting
they'd probably say the fat boys...brrrr stick em!
but whist those cats were cool, and were bringing the funk
my true inspiration is a cat called Edvard Munch
never heard of him right? who the fuck is he?
well he was born in the year 1863
a lithographer, painter, etcher and engraver
Kinda like lyrical nemesis he came from scandanavia
and did some wicked fucking pictures, some are well known
like macaulay culkin parodied for 'home alone'
that shit was 'The Scream' but it wasn't his best work
kept working and creating though his life was full of hurt
i even described his painting 'Dance of Life' on a track
from my first mixtape, on the joint 'Rorshach'
Anyway, I try to maintain the same work ethic
Make track after track, if I'm well or feeling sick
Some people don't appreciate me, they didn't with him either
The mainstream couldn't handle how his shit was much deeper
He even wrote fuckin poems, the man was tight
if he was alive today he'd probably rhyme that shit with a mic
A was a loner kinda like me, but he keeps me coming strong
like his painting after painting, mine is song after song
So as I grew up, I knew I just had to create
didn't know what exactly but that described my mind state
and when I found hip-hop, well I couldn't believe
I found my niche spitting as a dope MC
and see whenever I feel down about my art, I reminisce
how Munch would have reacted, grab my pen with my fist
and start writing, creating, don't ever stop or retire
like a tight-rope walker, balancing on the wire
i never fall off, cos I've got inspiration I can draw off
and I just come out blasting with a double barrell like a sawn off
obviously I don't follow in his footsteps literally
cos if I did, i'd be an alcoholic and living in germany
but I had many idols and each can teach a way to progress
every single one can show the path to success
but at the end of day, I'm still an individual
no joke, i ain't tryin to sound clever just to kid you all
i'm not saying all the kids should try to follow me
but i'd like to term this theory Mink-ology
Analysing the greats - and following suit
Do it for the love, fuck the ice and the loot
So Munch was my idol, yeah thats it
And if you see his work you'll see that he did some fucking sick shit
