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Peak #895
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Peak #97
Author
Jenre, B. Savage
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March 13, 2009
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Lyrics
[Bob Savage]
The only Bobby on The Beat deserving props
Effortless skill like Berbatov
Emcees claim they never heard of Bob
... the sickest lyricist
Spitting bitterness
and intimidating witnesses
with a fistful of Bristol gibberish
I paint the most vivid images
of the city wilderness
Where I'm sitting building spliffs
go to Tesco's for Coco Pops
and not give a f*** when the Po-Po stop
'cos I've always ballsed my weed
so when you talk to me
I'll slap you back down where you oughta be
Thoughtfully, I approach the microphone
and get sh** done with the livest folk
All I wanna do is rhyme and smoke
I guess my life's a joke
but my lines are described as dope
So emcees who try and cope
I'll slice your throat with the slightest stroke and sample your dying croaks
[Jenre]
so while you're lying choked
i'll be lighting dope
writing the tightest flows
that you never in your life could hope
to top son
i'm like tom cruise in top gun
you're like gok wan
and my mouth sprays rounds like a shotgun
i locked on and you're getting it
acting devilish simply for the hell of it
aint no benefit in ever givin up
aint claiming we were sent from him above
we just came to put the pen up in your mug
like pesci
while you're just full of f*** ing gas like pepsi
i'm so deadly
so think before you try to test me
cus when it first rained thats when god blessed me
and set me on the warpath
the format to go full force at motherf*** ers trying to whore rap
so get your sh** and get set to jet
cus you'll get less respect than a f*** ing tim westwood set
[Bob Savage]
I'm kicking your throat man
till you're sicking up toe jam
got other rappers calling me the 'Lyrical Postman'
'cos I'm either Sending emcees or Striking 'em
they're pitifully frail
and when they got a mic with 'em, their Delivery Failed
so just listen to QELD
and realise that this sh** 's like you're living in Hell
I spit the most vividest tale and finish it well
No happy ever after, just a bitter betrayal
on a ridiculous scale
Who the hell we?
Q E L D
Have you feeling blue as Chelsea
You can't tell me there's any more hard
Getting four stars
for beheading bourgeois'
and keying their expensive sports cars
[Jenre]
..so check the scorecard
qeld hitting motherf*** ers out the ballpark
run home before dark or you might catch the hallmark
raw scars from just four bars
the more starve the more we're on the war march
and this is how folk lore starts
normal people
trying to fight against a force of evil
i'm trying to paint a bigger picture
while they're chasing six figure salaries
and im wondering how can it be?
that bankers making 10 grand a week
while people trying cure insanity come for half as cheap
my government embarrass me
given the honour to protect us but i feel they're trying to damage me
apparently they lost way a bit
if the world was on your shoulders would you struggle with the weight of it?
but i dont know what the f*** to make of it
cus they seem to just shrug when they're faced with it
you could never tell if they gave a sh**
i feel that maybe we should give their wage a snip
so what the f*** you make of it?
[Bob Savage]
I think it's blatant sh** , the way they get away with it
the same old sh** ,
it's systematic, power addicts
time to let the cowards have it
F*** the bourgeois guys, I'm bored of lies
like Prince Po and Pharoahe we'll get Organized
end wars like '45, but no A-Bomb or napalm
a bloody revolution so the workers can rage on
You'll get Struck by the Picket if you sit on the fence
and I'll drown Scrooge McDuck when he's swimming in cents
So you best listen to sense man
instead of your greed
and back the f*** off if you ain't ready to bleed
'cos we're spreading the seed of a class war
on your dancefloor
from the corner like Task Force
We used to lay dead in the streets
but now the workers only die from days spent on our feet
and yo we ain't letting it be, I feel certain
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