[Spoken]
Dapper's stepping on a mic
Yeah that sounds tight
Gonna lay that lyrical airstrike down
Upon the mic, on the mic, on the mic...
Yes yes gabber, pass that mic
He's ready; yes
One-two, Linguistics and Charlie P
It's the Free Speech, yeah
One, check; he's ready
It's been a long time coming nan- nan, what?
[Rap]
You'll see this guy's like nothing that you've ever seen
I'll blow a ring [of life?] straight through the smoke of your kushy green
When I was young I smoked out 'til I couldn't see
But now I've got a dream that I gotta follow, see
Finding the monopoly and buying up the property
So let me stop for a minute 'cos I gotta breathe
Stressed brain, take a break to a tropic beach;
Mmm, that'd be nice
And as I slip into a mindstate, eyes glazed
Thinking that the prize so high that my rhymes could defy space
Deny fakes the entry, place your bets please
We're moving forward to the next century
The day's spent together, we're up all night
I'm a pro with this shit, they're just alright
They chase papers and status, they can have it
I'm chasing the ability to grow and make the classics
I'm like a savage on the beat so let me rip it up
And LOL to anyone who's thinking that I give a fuck;
Flows so ill you'll turn green, like the weeds on the deep sea
So sick you'll think you'll need a GP
You start trying to make an impact
And putting you and Matt together? That was just a mismatch
Call me the
[?]
, 'cos I'm forever killing beats
Every time I lay a verse, it's tighter than my skinny jeans
[Chorus]
The beat-beat
Beat-beat
The-the beat-beat rockin'
The beat-beat rock-rockin'
Rockin', rock-rockin', rock
Rock-rock-rockin'
Rock-rockin', rockin'
The beat rock-rockin', the beat...
[Spoken]
[?]
Ah, fuck's sake man...
Forgot my fucking lyrics...
Err... Shit, sorry...
(Something about a cigarette!)
Yeah yeah yeah, something cigarette...
It's, err, something...
Err, oh yeah, that's it
Alright, ready
[Rap]
See I will always be that boy in the corner
Puffing on a cigarette, raw [?] lungs are more black than liquorice
Yeah, and see I'm rhyming all the time
Of course, your part-time [life's?] more primitive than dinosaurs
See, I say what I want, don't need to find a cause
This world's a maze but it's mine, call me the Minotaur
Yeah, and see I'm up with the ceiling
But don't give me a reason for me to come and find your flaws
And now it's my time to stay, and there's the goal
So watch me shake the scene up like it was there at all
Competition, sit down, read through my pages
Don't fear me, don't loath me, forget about the
[?]
And it's about time I got a cheque paid
And yes mate, I probably am your favourite rapper's pet hate;
Because they cannot see my vision, just a man against the system
Call me
[?]
but I'm a man that's on a mission
Yeah, and all these men are acting feminine
Bitching; it's as if they saw me picking up a pen again
But I'm ahead of them, like I'm running off adrenaline
People see me down and out, but now I've got them trembling
I left for a minute, but I came back
F-f-f-f-fresh with some lyrics that I made, ha
See, I keep my ears closed to the hate chat
Music is my first love, nothing ever changed that