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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,827
Peak in subgenre #2,013
Author
Mink-C
Rights
Mink-C
Uploaded
February 07, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
(Beat ripped from my man sivey)
Reppin Nottingham, i'm boxin MCs up and then i'm droppin 'em
ain't no stoppin M, INK-C, I'm comin proper man
heads be bobbin, sets i'm robbin like i'm robin hood
don't carry hods, my dogs got hookers bobbin on they fuckin knobs
see i'm smooth like silk, rabid mic dominator
not a breaker, stalk my victims like a british terminator
like ronnie barker as fletch, recordin records is my stretch
you bet you'll see the mink-cs ugly mug up in the press
cos when the prime minkster dropped was still refining my rhymes
have y'all rewindin my rappin, slide on my tracks like a mainline
just my hobby, like child pornography is to a pastor
cats be feelin the mink-cs records from london to alaska
faster this year, i'm coming harder this year
pulling all the rhymin jars out of the larder this year
i'll treat ya like i was ya fuckin step father this year
if i made hoodies, common bitches would be rocking my gear
travel with my mic, a hip-hop bill bryson
props to radford, west bridgford, meadows, st annes and hyson
wollaton, stapleford, grantham, melton, leicester
chesterfield, newark, mansfield, arnold and retford
fuckin reppin the east mids, slide so much i leave skids
scare kids on the telly, tourin round my dungeon on cribs
not paul weller, stella drinkin rap story teller fella
poison listeners like a badly cooked chicken with salmonella
yeah, mink-c in here
yeah, blastin off this year
yeah, mink-c in here
blastin off this year
antithesis of all you believin in
like Anthony Hardy dumpin bitches in a wheelie-bin
ain't goin' down for my verses, its quite bizarre
cats be lyin bout my wherabouts like Maxine Carr
no copyright infringement, win like matthew pincent
my cds in the shops will be the right price like vincent
if its all the same to you i'll pass on the dessert
gotta go write some rhymes - got some MCs to hurt
thats right you fuckin dickhead, this ain't no old pal rhyme
send rapper to their maker like a modern kurt waldheim
know the time, without the aid of a kitchen clock like flavor
poppin pills like like ya grandad but i'm not a fuckin raver
just a lifesaver, like david hasslehoffs career
big in europe seen as cheesy in the states but who cares
ain't no local yokel, smoke mics with a choke hold
so dope i get a hard-on when i listen to my vocals
i'm like that look in your dads eyes that you always find suspicious
like when he's out to get a hooker while ya mother does the dishes
girls be pulling down my zipper, dominate shit like hitler
verse flipper, grip a mic and bully cripples like gripper
serving up somethin disgusting like a low paid spanish waiter
and i'm leanin' in my car like a mispronounced dictator
its typical, i'm fuckin left to clean up the mess
get your wife drunk, tattoo the mink-c's face on her breast
