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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #21,235
Peak in subgenre #7,189
Author
Mink-C
Rights
Mink-C
Uploaded
February 15, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
well theres people everywhere diss my style and they know it
say i can't flow it, grab the line like a yes man and toe it
see my cock, fuckin blow it, see my level? you're below it
grab your crits and lawnmow it, as useful as a glass of moet
to a drownin man, drop bombs like iran and pakistan
leave you eatin spam, ya just an also ran, ya jam is canned
soon as you open your gob, you sob like a cattle branded
walk into your party with my boys, mob handed
grab the mic out ya paws, ya biting shit like ya jaws
violate ya dirty bitch on all fours and you the cause
ya never shut up, ya like a monumental fuck up
tuck up suckers like babies, bunch of stuck up young bucks
out of luck, i'm like the croupier dealin the pack
fin to smack ya wannabe wack track off the racks
and stomp that shit as if i'm doin step aerobics
send ya pics of ya family gettin ripped with fuckin snow picks
pop downtown and stop and drop my shit in shops like a landmine
as welcome as ariel sharon in fuckin palestine
thats the way that i do it, ya don't like it like i knew it
have everyone think i'm fuckin ya wife, like major hewitt
i see right through it, you're like an empty zippo lighter
try to be the shit despite these other cats are burning brighter
won't lie to you, i think you're overdue a review
ya standing out just like a yellow star worn by a jew
and ya crew are pathetic, feeble, weak and abnoxious
in a ring, dont need no gloves i'm down to bare knuckle box this
piece of shit, can't rip a mixtape - he just wouldn't hit
cos when cats get to the bit where he spits they press skip
thats it, i'm like the bionic man with muscle implants
no romance, just roll on fuckin cunts like tanks
my rhymes will shank you fuckin face it, take your shit and replace it
with some rhymes less basic or im down to punch you in the face bitch
my policy is obviously, rapping like i'm morrisey
depressing you, a lesson in style and seniority
its bothers me, i'm like a java bean inside a coffee pot
i've got the fuller flavour, keep you awake and stay hot
i'm like tarzan before he learned to talk, a pisshead bout to baulk
i'm the giant waitin for you at the beanstalk
solve shit like peter falk, i'm like the rock on steroids
kicking your ass so fuckin much i leave hemorroids
i can turn water into wine but you're wasting your time
can't beat the minkster, double chinster in his prime
think you'll find, i'm a crusher against a tinman with a tinhead
i see your talkin bout your 'fam' once more, like an inbred
you say all this bollocks about you smashin up faces
ya a disgrace and if i catch ya better do up your laces
before i take it off and beat you with the sole of your shoe
leave you respecting the mad mink-c, i thought you knew
