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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,556
Peak in subgenre #3,644
Author
Mink-C
Rights
Mink-C
Uploaded
January 14, 2004
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
i sit here, pen in hand for the nth time
writing sick assed rhymes, for sicker assed minds
is it futile? i often stop and ask myself that
with so many kids on the scene trying to rap
it could take me a week to find the perfect beat
then i refine my lyrics, making sure i keep up the heat
get my flow right, take care delivering my rhyme
but each second that passes, feel like i'm wasting my time
because heads be giving props, feedback and crit
but they switchin half way through and don't download that shit
brought it home to me, when you take a look at the bigger picture
so many rappers get given love but then the fuckers just forget ya
can't stand it, I got ta rise about the average
and if thats what it takes, i'm takin it, jumpin on that golden carriage
gotta stand up and be counted, make my voice heard
so many weak artists catching love, it seems so absurd
will i ever get the respect i'm due?
will i appeal to the person listening? homeboy thats you!
will i spit so hard on a track its called a classic
will i stop elevating? will i ever go backwards
will i ever punch a motherfucker out the auditorium
Or stop MCs in their tracks, create a moratorium
will i ever get signed or will i stay independent
will i just be hated by bitches wearing Jay-Z pendants
I love this shit, can't ever stop writing you see
that the way its been since I was a kid, the way it'll always be
i hear rappers gettin props for shit that ain't even nice
whoops - there goes another five minutes of my life
is it that hard to be original? of course it ain't
and yet these hobbiest MCs talking bout how they great
the next big thing - like they can take on all comers
hell its winter now - they'll fuckin be 'retired' by summer
like we give a shit but the bitches fucking act as if we'll miss em
sometimes these rhymes are like bars, in this rap game prison
its like the noise to signal ratio's way too high
copycat bitches drowning out MCs that try
I can understand it, of course I do
but that doesn't make it easier, don't make it less true
real MCs getting slept on, artists get ignored
while its props to imitators, wack assed frauds
But hey I'll still get dissed for my nationality and taunted
And I will still keep giving feedback to heads out there who want it
And I'll still keep writing rhymes and giving props where deserved
And I'll still do my own thing with these english words
I'll keep my fingers crossed that when the dust settles on this mess
that the true MCs will get signed and make their music a success
As for me, it doesn't matter if I'm signed to a major
I'll always be supportive of this culture not a hater
And I'll keep doing my thing, writing rhymes and elevating
An artist without a gallery doesn't stop producing paintings
And I don't care if I'm seen as past it or not the latest thing
Don't care for condos, six-seater jacuzzis or fucking bling
But I do care that too many cats are on the bandwagon
ten years ago it was grunge, now they've got their pants sagging
steal the latest fashion, don't have a style of their own
well you bitches are tresspassing because this art is my home
