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(very old!!) Mr Matic
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Crazy, crazy sh**
hiphop rap uk urban grime dmatic dogmatic
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I like to think of myself as Uk Urban with a difference... ...bringing Traditional American Hip Hop aspects to a UK scene with my own personal twist
Well, my stage name's D-Matic... I'm part of a registered company called ICR (Illest Collaboration Record) with my partner Tonka
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #4,378
Peak in subgenre #359
Author
D-Matic
Uploaded
November 21, 2005
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MP3 1.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I was very bored, but somewhat Hypo... ...so I free styled a bit, wrote down some bars then made a track an stuck it together
Lyrics
The verse F*** a pen, the mic is mightier than the sabre I?m bent on frightenin ya caper an lightin ya lyric paper So I say no to Kay Like I split Kano Avoid the fray an leave it as a one hit K.O. Taggin f** ?s ankle?s so I can keep ?em on radar An watch as Electric six escortin halfpint to the GayBar I jack ?em up then deny burglary of burberry jeans An thought my context is dirty somehow it verbally cleans An I?m heard to be mean, you should see the appeal there Weildin a steel pole beatin kids outta their wheel chairs I see you? checkin out ICR We pack more skill in the illest than clowns in a tiny car Jam packed with crack an spam jammed believe But only cos I?m scared of cow?s so I bring alternative beef It?s meat ain?t it, stop complainin, what you saying? I thought this was legitimate intercourse, so no I ain?t paying I refuse to stoop to prostitutes to shoot my juice Especially when you wearin a skirt but your called Bruce See Mc?s want the title of who?s illest, but I don?t need that F*** it? I?ve got aid?s, try an beat that I?ll recap my last punch just prove I can defeat you In battle I?m sick on a mic, an I?ll puke on your feet to Think my techniques crude? Well just try to disarm me Let me loosen that sweet tooth with 12 pounds of salami Remember you can?t harm me, not even an army can Infact you take more sh** that your average karzi can I?m barmy to the extreme?s of making marzipan dressing Then wear it ritually on bouts of Scottish sausage wrestling Investing in test tube babies the way I manufacture life This man?ll fracture guy?s an steal views like I capture eyes An though this rapture?s nice? I?m runnin to you Ejaculate in your eye?s they way I cum into view Now I?m gunnin for you, equipped to the tit?s with clip?s An elastic bands for firing ?em, or failin that I?ll throw bricks But you know this, so you think hard an that?s when it hit?s you? ?Tonka?s brought Dog as a weapon an beat you to sleep with a sh** zu The issue I got is you lot, an how I?ll I royally miss you Kiss you goodbye an waving a hanky after soiling the tissue
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