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Hymn for the Prozac Generation
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HHC Topical Final Joint
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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
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Genre
Hip-Hop New School
Charts
Peak #3,821
Peak in subgenre #203
Author
Mink-C
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Mink-C
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May 26, 2004
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MP3 3.2 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Evertime anyone does a topical joint its Akways talkin bout sad shit, depressin stuff and bad shit I'm not exactly on no hippy happy shit either But dark clouds can phaze you and you gotta take a breather When I started writing this, i pictured in my minds eye Things that made me happy, crazy shit that made me smile, its a hard thing to do, when you're immersed in rap music oh hang on, theres the first thought, don't make me lose it because this musics got me through so many fucked up situations hate filled relations, and dark manifestations without it I would be lost, stick in a disc and hit play hip-hop comes to save the day and turn a frown to a grin, a downer to a win gets me out of bed on mornings, motivation to begin when shit goes wrong, the music only helps me get by easy on the ear like pussys easy on the eye hey hey, theres the second topic as if you couldn't guess womens backsides, legs, seductive eyes and breasts especially in the summer time, flashin the flesh thongs up the ass, lovin the way they dress love freaky women, discrete tattoos nipple rings ain't got mink-c singing the blues its all about aesthetics, admiring the curves imagining two reefers, labelled his and hers chillin in the bed with my thang throbbing while she goes down on my shit just like she's apple bobbing its less the sexual act its all about the visuals spray paint her face with the minks residuals i'm grinning as i think of this imaginary slut so id better change the subject before I bust a fuckin nut Holidays, getting away from it all whether spring or winter, summertime or fall On a plane, touch down in tropical destinations Ready for some relaxation on my dope vacation sun and sand, topless girls sangria and beer have a beachfront party and you know the mink is there and in the day lounge on sun loungers undeneath the shade hip-hop on my headphones with a glass of lemonade look out over oceans to the distant shore and with my pen and my pad I write some rhymes thats raw swim out to sea but not too far is the law cos I ain't going toe-to-toe with no shark, like in jaws back to the apartment, apply the after-sun and sleep for two hours then hit the town for some fun dancing and drinking to the sun rise and spitting game to bitches but its all lies... whether spain or greek islands, its all grav-ay then i'm back on the plane to take me to the UK depressing grey skies, my smile has gone never mind, grab a holiday bochure and plan the next one
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