[Skinnyman] I don't wanna blow up, throughout every era I've been here So far the underground circuit has been fair The home of hip hop, can you say you've been there? Home's where the heart is so hip hop lives right here I'm from UK, to you that might seem rare I'm steppin' up now to make sure I seem clear In every council estate we've got pure talent No one don't care because I seen as a challenge I suppose we'll never be the balance that you're lookin' You wanna dilute the realness then sling their hookin' Most A&R cats I've ever met was all shooken I'm lost for words if they don't bring a chequebook in I'm livin' in a place where you can get your life tucken For half steppin, by kids that'll blast weapons Pull out by the lights they'll have you out in half seconds Think your rough hang around if your ass reckons Don't have to look for trouble, trouble it'll find ya Don't turn around it'll be right behind ya Then September the 11th will remind ya Nobody ain't too major nor minor If you're back in the streets or in a brand new recliner Grab ya dicks and girls rub your vagina Pay the pound I'll provide the punch liner Might look young but I'm a real old timer Been around ever since the days of Boogie Down You can check my résumé the evidence can be found Forever been blessin' eloquence over sound Before they had the line off for spinnin' underground Since then shit's changed man, shit goes down But we're still gettin' down to the same old sound : it's hip hop It's good shit for rockin a crowd Where there ain't no space for mistakes allowed I feel proud if I'm leavin crowds cryin' for more This year I'm really thinkin bout tryin a tour Is hip hop worth dying for, if your life's on the line and your only crime is being poor? This time around I feel I want more I wanna see my son's future set secure Without havin' to go out and start breakin' the law I'm sick of being sat in the flat shuttin' the drawer I'm sick of watchin every day come and go by, tellin' teacher and fat boy, hold ya head high See others come and go, watchin' their mothers cry, sayin', "why did my boy have to die?" And still we'll try As others might choose to get high But we must up rise through to get by It don't take too much to figure out the facts, who's bringin in all the coke and the crack? This week an 82 year old got her throat slashed in the flats, cats are lookin' cash for their crack And we're the kids whose left facing the facts Now used for lookin' mobiles that match their straps As if it's fashion, everybody's ready for the action Ready for the mashin' and thuggin' it with a passion Only takes two egos to start clashin, bullets start flyin then the blood'll start splashin' Social wages really climaxing Everyday I see it getting worse by a fraction Droughts for the weed, but 'nough of that crack thing Nobody round here is gonna be relaxin' And this ain't no whites or a blacks thing It's if you're livin in the council flats and on da brap ting They got us on a lab rat thing And it's funny to me how easily we're all adapting So I'm jus gonna keep-a rappin' You lot keep ya next snap in, but fuck the hook What fuck the hook, I said, "fuck the hook" Kung-Fu fuck the hook, come on fuck the hook Just say fuck the hook, fuck the hook. Thanks to G MAN for these lyrics
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Copy to Clipboard: [Skinnyman] I don't wanna blow up, throughout every era I've been here So far the underground circuit has been fair The home of hip hop, can you say you've been there? Home's where the heart is so hip hop lives right here I'm from UK, to you that might seem rare I'm steppin' up now to make sure I seem clear In every council estate we've got pure talent No one don't care because I seen as a challenge I suppose we'll never be the balance that you're lookin' You wanna dilute the realness then sling their hookin' Most A&R cats I've ever met was all shooken I'm lost for words if they don't bring a chequebook in I'm livin' in a place where you can get your life tucken For half steppin, by kids that'll blast weapons Pull out by the lights they'll have you out in half seconds Think your rough hang around if your ass reckons Don't have to look for trouble, trouble it'll find ya Don't turn around it'll be right behind ya Then September the 11th will remind ya Nobody ain't too major nor minor If you're back in the streets or in a brand new recliner Grab ya dicks and girls rub your vagina Pay the pound I'll provide the punch liner Might look young but I'm a real old timer Been around ever since the days of Boogie Down You can check my résumé the evidence can be found Forever been blessin' eloquence over sound Before they had the line off for spinnin' underground Since then shit's changed man, shit goes down But we're still gettin' down to the same old sound : it's hip hop It's good shit for rockin a crowd Where there ain't no space for mistakes allowed I feel proud if I'm leavin crowds cryin' for more This year I'm really thinkin bout tryin a tour Is hip hop worth dying for, if your life's on the line and your only crime is being poor? This time around I feel I want more I wanna see my son's future set secure Without havin' to go out and start breakin' the law I'm sick of being sat in the flat shuttin' the drawer I'm sick of watchin every day come and go by, tellin' teacher and fat boy, hold ya head high See others come and go, watchin' their mothers cry, sayin', "why did my boy have to die?" And still we'll try As others might choose to get high But we must up rise through to get by It don't take too much to figure out the facts, who's bringin in all the coke and the crack? This week an 82 year old got her throat slashed in the flats, cats are lookin' cash for their crack And we're the kids whose left facing the facts Now used for lookin' mobiles that match their straps As if it's fashion, everybody's ready for the action Ready for the mashin' and thuggin' it with a passion Only takes two egos to start clashin, bullets start flyin then the blood'll start splashin' Social wages really climaxing Everyday I see it getting worse by a fraction Droughts for the weed, but 'nough of that crack thing Nobody round here is gonna be relaxin' And this ain't no whites or a blacks thing It's if you're livin in the council flats and on da brap ting They got us on a lab rat thing And it's funny to me how easily we're all adapting So I'm jus gonna keep-a rappin' You lot keep ya next snap in, but fuck the hook What fuck the hook, I said, "fuck the hook" Kung-Fu fuck the hook, come on fuck the hook Just say fuck the hook, fuck the hook. Thanks to G MAN for these lyrics
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