he was playing monopoly. instead of sitting there writing music properly
slopperly
sitting there chewing his pencil
a lack of stimulus
was driving him mental. his ideas were thin
creativity slim
he needed a meal. like a bird down the gym. food is for thought
he thought for a min
a lightbulb flashed. she shot up with a grin. an epithany
right there
change the rules quick. why not write a track thats commercial bullshit
why not write a track for the mainstreams
lame tings
stuck in a day dream. with my lyrical tool kit
ive written this bullshit
sticking to the rules of commercial music
i wont confuse it
with urban music. coz i'm never gonna get that far. with my lyrical tool kit
ive written this bullshit
sticking to the rules of commercial music
i wont confuse it
with urban music. coz i'm never gonna get that far. all american rappers are cool
coz they all got more money than you
its true
you ain't gonna match em whatever you do. oi
why the funny face
to my crazy antics
its a nice change to the pop romantics. something fresh
to the new school raps. and bling bling trans atlantics. copying the yanks
we should never of started. and now we gona sing about the broken hearted
and the dearly departed and the weapons theyve harpened
they think we really care about the places they've partied. who can be the best cat licking their arsehole
they all start a party with the game of pass the parcel. the parcels moving
if ones to lose it
they're be another arsehole there to abuse it. born in london
i suppose i'm urban
i find all the trappings in the scene disturbing. i don't want a life with cars and big tits
coz i'm happy with a cuppa and some biscuits!
with my lyrical tool kit
i've written this bullshit
sticking to the rules of commercial music
i wont confuse it
with urban music. coz i'm never gonna get that far. with my lyrical tool kit
ive written this bullshit
sticking to the rules of commercial music
i wont confuse it
with urban music. coz i'm never gonna get that far. all american rappers are cool
coz they all got more money than you
its true
and no one can hide from the truth. so theres a rap
academic the best to the end of retirement. i'm shaken by this madness
epidemic asylum. tries to align
something to the nine
thats the best end to requirements. a stable childhood
a passion for poetry. listen to the crap
the industries throw at me. tried to be intelligent
but nobody stirred. commerically viable. never been heard
london crew
where my geezers at
wheres my birds with bacardi breezers at. okay
thats my cheap shot at materialism
but i ain't even been to prison
it wont work. a year from now
you'll be stealing it. but just right now
you ain't feeling it. i hear the boo's and the hiss
its all musical abyss. its all hit and miss
bruv trust me. with my lyrical tool kit
ive written this bullshit
sticking to the rules of commercial music
i wont confuse it
with urban music. coz i'm never gonna get that far. with my lyrical tool kit
ive written this bullshit
sticking to the rules of commercial music
i wont confuse it
with urban music. coz i'm never gonna get that far. if you wanna come to my hotel
you can't coz i live with my parents. thats how we get down. this is example. this the rush on the beats there. just a cheap shot at commercial bullshit. this ain't urban music!