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This is all about music how to use it, they call it songs
If a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong While Remington raps on, coming on strong Critics let their face grow long Face my music for once I doubt if you can You've been brainwashed too much as a public man This is no kid T.V.'s your pet your radio set, I scan Popular music gives crap jams, you've been blinded, narrow minded You know rap is big with the crowds nothing's behind it They just dance if they like it, so they clock it Don't be misled by my size when I rock it This is no kid Mr. Top-50 Biznizman talking so slick Don't like our kinda music so he gives us the pip Why a lie rappers only flip their lip Both sides of the globe call this music hip Still knocking on doors of pop to make discs While big men fake it with crapoid artists Discotheques' answer ain't raps they ask for A quick jam, pay wannabees, a few plaster Just think you're a master with your ghetto blaster Pipedreams about gold, but big men go faster But you've hyped the type of music that holds you in a grip When you pay this critics give it a miss Dissin' the circuit, you say 'why, what this is !' 'Cos you rock like a kid, I gotta do it right This is no kid Absorbing the words, it's absurd People go with the crowd like a herd The bits, the music, the whole words Copy the style without own effort If they are the herd, then I must be the herd man Inventing fresh jams firsthand You said it was nothing, not worth a damn Too hard, too noisy, my show a five or ten But the media men clap their hands Now you wonder, guess how we did the good hook It's the guitar, DJ, bass, the drummer's foot Crumb up y'all, you never get these roots This is no kid |
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Surprise, surprise ! ! so you rub your eyes
never knew uds, so cool as ice? hear the vibes man, they'll stupify ducks - categorise us as hardcriers that's a lie, we know why we're occupiers no blurs, but obscure styles, these are higher profiles are low - as soon as we go as a breeze straight from a deeper shade of soul Five souls play the headrole excite the middle between the two poles the globe rotates from new to old uds take both to reach the souls narrowmind clydes, still holding a pose what we pour 'n flow when we come close to the contrary, they pinch their earlobes they call it rogue-rock, but it's a deeper shade of soul We blend everything, with the color of skin under the skin, we're in like flynn ducks stare at us, as soon as we begin to innovate the frame of thought they're in again, music's got to do with only feeling not where you're from, it's 'can' they yield in the stuff that we rock and what we're giving a piece of the mind connects the rhythm |
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The devil, take me now
Before I'm ushered out 'Cause you are like me But I can bleed And I can die But I can't hide From you Prisoners of course Taken by force To smother my streams Tonight in my dreams 'Cause I can die But I can't hide The way is clear Away from here And you |
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