(No Ratings Yet)Quality tune from the North-East. Dialect bringing you Laygate To Vegas. This whole album is definitely worth checking out, there are some really solid tracks on it.
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- To the industry we’re nameless, but in this tree we’re famous
- I’ma take it from Laygate to Vegas
- To the industry we’re nameless, but in this tree we’re famous
- Stay shameless, like council estate neighbours
- To the industry we’re nameless, but in this tree we’re famous
- I’ma take it from Laygate to Vegas
- To the industry we’re nameless, but in this tree we’re famous
- Stay shameless, like council estate neighbours
VERSE 1:
- I’m back again star, with heavy written scripts
- This is high alert, spit knowledge like Mr. Fips
- With individual styles and crazy beats
- We’re taking UK Hip Hop to amazing feats
- Dialect, South Shields, in the place, can’t you see
- You’re working a CD to the third degree
- MCs speak proud, always stay loud
- Never back down, Hip Hop is our sound
- Be positive; don’t have a negative soul
- ‘Cause one day you’ll find yourself, standing in the cold
- Feeling alone, with nowhere to go
- No-one to speak to and, no-one to hold
- You’re done messed up now, standing there thinking how
- You haven’t fought well mate, throw in the towel
- You can tell it by the way this music is one a piece
- The Dialect cry goes by the sound of great beats
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VERSE 2:- We’re more than just a flash in the pan
- Receiving more raps than Yosemite Sam
- Not leaving rap ‘til I’ve got fans in Japan
- Clapping their hands, I’ve got gallons of talent
- Bagging rappers, showing my ass to the Vatican
- Arrogant twat
- I baffle mans, hitting harder than battering rams
- Went from amateur rap, to having a manager, band and a plan
- While your acting Manc? at the back of the jam
- I’ll be asking your lass if she fancies a dance with the man
- You’re acting mad when I’m grabbing her ass
- Matter of fact, I’m taking her back to the flat for a tab and a shag
- She asked if I sang in a band, I was like ‘Nah, but I rap’
- I pulled the strap, and I’m not talking about gats
- Saw that she’s ?, called her a cab
- Now I’m on the lash with all of my lads
- Ordering jag’s, pouring the glass, talking some trash
- Slaughtered and smashed, walked out the back and gave the doorman a slap
- You can catch us in the corner, collapsed
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VERSE 3:- Never thought the North-East would take it this far
- Lower class rock star, never played the guitar
- But I know some kids who’d break in your car for a tenner bag
- And I know you think I’m talking about skunk but I meant skag
- I represent lads who graff for whatever reason
- You better believe I’ve seen ‘em get stabbed in the nether regions
- Whatever the season, police are receiving the cold treatment
- We write rhymes in the same flats that we grow trees in
- Acting like we know what we’re deeing, we’re paranoid though
- Forever living illegal and all me boys now
- I’m doing well, you can tell when I touch tracks
- Dialect son, we’re ringing bells like we’re hunchbacks
- Some dumb twats trying to make we’r own culture
- If we stick together like Rizlas then we won’t suffer
- There’s no others like us doing it there
- Spark your cigarette and throw your Special Brew in the air
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