lying there thinking,
kinda restricted
Searching for a subject,
something gripped him
Tipped him over the scale, he prevailed
Sing it with a gimmick
and you get out of jail
But he weren't behind bars,
he was playing
Monopoly
Instead of sitting down and writing
music properly
Sloppily he sat there, chewing his pencil
A lack of stimulus,
it was driving him mental
His ideas were thin, creativity slim
He needed a meal like that
bird down the gym
Food is for four, so he thought for a min
A light bulb flashed
and he shot up with a grin
An epiphany right there,
changed the rules quick
Why not write a track?
That's commercial bullshit
Why not write a track for
the mainstream?
Same thing, lame thing,
stuck in their daydream
With my lyrical toolkit,
I've written this bullshit
Stickin' to the rules of commercial music
I won't confuse it with urban music
Cause I'm never gonna get that far
With my lyrical toolkit,
I've written this bullshit
Stickin' to the rules of commercial music I
won't confuse it with urban music
Cause I'm never gonna get that far
All
American rappers are cruel
Cause they all got more money than you
It's it's true
You ain't gonna match
him whatever you do
Why the funny face to my crazy antics?
I'm a nice change to the pop romantics
Something fresh to the new
school rap semantics
I'm bling bling transatlantics
Copying the yanks,
this should never have started
Now everybody's singing
about the broken hearted
The dearly departed and the
weapons they've harboured
They think we really care about the
places they've partied
Who can be the best cat
at licking her arsehole?
They all stark in the game
of pass the parcel
The parcels music, if one's to lose it
There'll be another arsehole
there to abuse it
Born in
London, I suppose I'm urban I find all
the trappings of the scene disturbing
I don't want a life with cars
and big tits
Cos I'm happy with a cuppa
and some biscuits
With my lyrical toolkit,
I've written this bullshit
Sticking to the rules of commercial music I
won't confuse it with urban music
Cos I'm never gonna get that far
With my lyrical toolkit,
I've written this bullshit
Sticking to the rules of commercial music I
won't confuse it with urban music
Cause I'm never gonna get that far
All
American rappers are cool
Cause they all got more money than you
It's true
And no one can hide from the truth
So there's a rap epidemic,
the best end to retirement
I'm shaken by this madness,
epileptic assignment
Confined, my mind tries to align
to bring a stop to the benign
That's a basic requirement,
a stable childhood with a passion for poetry
Listen to the crap that
the industries throw at me
Try to be intelligent but
nobody's stirred
Commercially viable if I wanna be heard
Oi,
London crew, where my geezers at?
Where my birds with
Bacardi breezers at?
Ok, that's my cheap shot
at ma terialism
But I ain't even been to prison
It won't work,
a year from now you'll be stealing this
But just right now you ain't feeling this
I hear the booze and the hiss
from the music abyss
It's all hit and miss, bruv, trust me
With my lyrical toolkit,
I've written this bullshit
Stickin' to the rules of commercial music
I won't confuse it with urban music
Cos I'm never gonna get that far
With my lyrical toolkit,
I've written this bullshit
Stickin' to the rules of commercial music
I won't confuse it with urban music
Cos I'm never gonna get that far
Yo, if you wanna come to my hotel
You can't cos I live with my parents
That's how we get down
This example,
Mr
Rush on the beats here
Just having a little cheap shot of commercial bullshit,
you know what I mean?
Ain't no other music, if we were doing that,
you know what I mean?
We're never gonna get that far