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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #27,415
Peak in subgenre #17,432
Author
Mink-C/Devize
Rights
Mink-C
Uploaded
November 15, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Momma didn't raise no bitch
Get that right
Just a rapper with ridiculous rhymes, who don't bite
Rather work wicked wonders with words, without deception
won't get down about it, i EXPECT to get slept on
cos i don't have my photo taken packin a tool
because i don't recycle style from 50, pac or ja rule
cos i'm a few years older, say i'm too old school
but put me down i'll jump back up and fuckin kick like a mule (huh!)
Like a cardiac doctor i'll just be checkin for beats
bring the heat, record my vocals put that shit on the streets
i'm like a kidnapper holdin record stores to ransom
tall fat and handsome, like a rap Richard Branson
money ain't my motivator, serve rhymes like a waiter
greater than haters, elegant like an ice skater
if heads don't feel my rhymes and be hatin on the Mink-C
fuck 'em, leave em listenin to their Jay-Z CD
Its me Motherfucker, M.I.N.K.C
Momma didn't raise no bitch so back the fuck up off me (x2)
My mum didn't raise no bitch
I'm tellin ya
In this game you only get love if you're comin from America
thats what I found, but I kick my writtens from britain
had to quicken elevation, stick it to my striken victims
with a 1-2 like lennox lewis, like a heavyweight
got head sayin 'damn, i wish he was from the states'
but I'm shockin em from nottingham and rockin the airwaves
the club i play ats looking like a soultrain stairway
so many heads nod its like metallica are playing
hope you get what i'm saying, call my rhymes hot like cajun
spit punches like jalepenos, intoxicate like vino
spit fire like Chino, nottingham to pasadena
the best in any genre, I'll be up in the rhonnda
exciting with my writing like i'm fighting in rwanda
get better every day i'm like a vintage wine
all my lines shine, mink-c, i'm dope by design
Its me Motherfucker, M.I.N.K.C
Momma didn't raise no bitch so back the fuck up off me (x2)
She just didn't raise no bitch
yeah, yeah
You could be looking for some pussy in my rhymes, theres none there
from the east midlands all the way to atlanta
appearing from your chimney like a hip-hop santa
in your living room, give me fuckin room man i'm rocking
find your sister, get some head and then bust on her fishnet stockings
i'm a verbal terrorisor, wack MC advisor
but stick a funky beat on - spurt my lyrics like a geyser
in my car cruising, leaning like the tower of pisa
when my album comes out, run and get your mastercard or visa
lets face it, put me up against a million other rappers
when i spit my first rhyme watch em run like the clappers
like a rap robin hood, british like a carry-on
fat like friar tuck, knockin boots with maid marion
stalk all night through the wood, fuckin tag teamer rap schemer
float like paddle steamers, blowing up like hiroshimi
