(+2 rating, 2 votes)Whoa! This track is mental! The hardest one we’ve done to date. It’s probably full of errors, so please help us out. Anyway, this track is a BANGER! Classic Orifice skat-rapping followed by Skinnyman’s gritty tones. Classic…
INTRO:
- Hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, ‘cos there's people like me outside your door
- Hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, ‘cos there’s people like me outside your door,
VERSE 1:
ORIFICE VULGATRON
- Step in the ring, blaze cats, slay bait twats,
- Make that train, wait back, spread an 8-track,
- Spitting out all kind of rhyme with the way that,
- Make any rapper wanna stop with the late chat,
- Nobody knows how they’re gonna look in the ??,.
- You couldn't even rock a toe with a play back,
- Foreign Beggar fam' over run as I take that,
- Rap Montana, write my name by the train tracks,
- Kit Kat rappers get bucked and bitch-slapped,
- Crap, rough guys run round the place flip-flap,
- Sit back, cotch, chit chatter, where the cheque at?
- Charge next man £10 for a Tic Tac,
- Spit down lyric quick fast when I slick chat,
- Ship-wrecked rappers get bucked with a big bat,
- Kill any mini-man dick with a shit gat.
- Spill a man's guts with the face of a pick-axe
- Walk on the manor be glad to get a ?
- Quick fix, bitch, then did a bit of crack rock,
- Red-hot rapper, nigga nock about his spit right,
- Lock up any amateur that wanna come ish talk,
- Rub-a-dub mug get dumped in the trunk,
- Armed with a mic and a big bag of punk chum,
- ....run amok and then I'll come
- make a hall stand up, fuck 'em up and to the back to the front
- From my earliest pillaging and scheming with mad men,
- Bad men all the way from (here and) to Camden,
- Challenge any man who wanna step on the track,
- I never saw talkin' shit and get ready to lamp him,
- Big bad rappers get slapped off in tandems,
- Acting like dons but they're openly rampant,
- Jump up in the back of the car like he was strapped in,
- None of us panic, till I ram with my fat pen.
CHORUS:
- Hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, ‘cos there's people like me outside your door
- Hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, ‘cos there's people like me outside your door,
VERSE 2:
SKINNYMAN
- Blood, I ain’t trying to prove nothing, move something,
- Too many man are left dead for nothing,
- Get battered up, whacked up, splurt for nothing,
- Beat down, hurt, or left murked for nothing,
- Blood,
- But that’s just how tings are gwarnin’,
- When a man said he’s a bad man from mooooorrrrrning
- Now wait till Sunday morning,
- His fam's in church, dressed in black; mourning.
- Nobody had a chance to warn him,
- ‘Cos he had just been on stage performing,
- And certain girl dem had started to swarm him,
- After that just sounds quite alarming,
- One brother said, “You’re a chief, and yes you can
- Tell that I’m looking beef, ‘cos I live around all the depression
- On the streets we’re having you gumming them stress relief”,
- Bust one, and in your belly,
- Bust one, and in your teeth,
- And heap on anyone, I’m looking to eat,
- ‘Cos any idiot could have drawn the gun back,
- Lick out the barrel and make the gun clap,
- Me I just step at the mike and I run chat,
- Give them the ice, shout “Return” and I come back,
- Mr Vulga asked me to guest track,
- Instead of me telling the man dem to get flat
- The manor that I'm living in, yes, I rep that,
- Any ting in life, yes, I get that,
- Disrespect me, get disrespect back,
- Are you really from the ends blood?
- Forget that!
- Are you really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, from the ends blood?
- Forget that!
- Are you really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, from the ends blood?
- Forget that!
OUTRO
- Hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, ‘cos there's people like me outside your door
- Hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, ‘cos there's people like me outside your door,
- Hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, ‘cos there's people like me outside your door
- Hoooooooooooooooooold on tight to what you own, ‘cos there's people like me outside your door.
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