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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Peak in subgenre #4,870
Author
Mink-C
Rights
Mink-C
Uploaded
February 29, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 2.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
British street dweller, about to turn the heat up
(R.O.X) He made the beat up
Got love for all my people, whoever they are
Hip-Hop Heads, perverts in court on an obscenity charge
Think i'd be a nice guy, all mild and timid
But being nice gets you nowhere, so I ain't with it
Don't rock a name brand unless its cheap in the sales
Dwell in the midlands but my stinkin ass was born in South Wales
Fell in love with the microphone at an early age
Give me ten seconds with a notepad and I'll fill up the page
with rhymes so sick, like the memoirs of a killer
lyric so iller, no filler, intoxicate you like a miller
My mum once said 'Mink-C - you're too fuckin cold'
that was after my first jam, when I was nine years old
spent my formative years practicing my spittin of words
my whole family on days out were rocking Mink-C tee-shirts
pretty soon my whole house was like a shrine to me
charge my friends to come round (but bitches get in free)
told my parents that my life is rhymes and school can wait
every xmas, presents to my peeps were Mink-C mixtapes
Thats how I've got to where I am
Got seasoned MCs hailing taxis when I enter the jam
They know its over, they may as well give up
Give me a double shot of gin, a mic and watch me rip this shit up
Fuck a freestyle, I'ma spit strictly writtens
no bullshittin, all my tracks hittin, none bitten
cold beer sippin, got bitches strippin in the green room
people humming my records just like the simpsons theme tune
rappers dogs shit themselves when I growl like thunder
i'm a national landmark, i'm the eighth world wonder
with the welsh flag wrapped around my fist
like a son of glyndwr, i ain't taking no shit!
speakers pulsate like a heart beating through the system
rhymescheme stays tight, efficient like a motor piston
once you've heard me you can forget all the others
more quotables in my lyrics than the marx brothers
fuck a punk you ain't hearin no junk from the mink-c
and i'm about to go global like HSBC
