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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
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Mink-C
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Mink-C
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October 19, 2003
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Lyrics
Dressed like a scruff, baggy jeans and sneakers
up all night mixing, from headphones not the speakers
goatee beard, looking like neanderthal man
girls watching TV, i've gotta finish the jam
light another cigarette, crack open a coke
drug fuelled rhymes, got so many i wrote
plasterboard peeling, spit my songs with feeling
illuminated by the single bulb up on the ceiling
always walk with a stoop and a limp and a shuffle
i would go drink in town but always end up in a scuffle
my car is filthy really should go wash the whip
my girl is moaning, promised to take her on a trip
but i got rhymes to finish, substances to buy
i wanna get this track done then i wanna get high
suckers say that i'm a waster and irresponsible
but i'm a keep rhymes until my book is full
when i leave the crib got people crossing over the street
cos i am look like a menace from my head to my feet
sometimes i see the rich with their fancy wheels
lazy bastards, inheritance living imbeciles
if i ever made a million i would give it all back
to the community and not expect a penny fucking back
fuck a fountain pen i'd rather work with a bic
rather be poor and happy than a rich piece of shit
I'm like the catalogue man, soft focus, square jawed
with a tweed fucking jacket on just like a lord
In my country retreat, leaning on a wooden gate
With a pipe held about two inches from my face
Collie dog by my side, volvo with the trunk up
sneer on my face, i'm straight arrogant and stuck up
take a walk to my manor house, check out the wife
floral dress, bouffant hair that was done last night
country style kitchen, oak beams and wooden table
facade is traditional with original wood gables
i bought this place for half a mill before the increases
immaculate wardrobe, dinner jackets with no creases
chandaliers hanging, screaming look at the money
got a kid in boarding school, crys because he misses mummy
last dog was put down because it got old and timid
didn't want no senile mutt projecting the wrong image
survey my land grinning, to the manor born
no football, my sport is horses, dogs and a horn
tally ho! not satisfied until i get the kill
my wife in in the window sat on georgian sills
tears in her eyes, I got more land to buy
blast vivaldi from my car when i scream on by
trick or treaters don't come here cos they say i'm mean
because the one one who matters in this world is me
Wake up from my nightmare or was it a dream?
At the end of the day we all competing for cream
But the saying goes that money changes everyone
Just be happy with what you've got, you can't go wrong
