Wednesday, November 30, 2005

My hops not hip

Freestyle rappin isn't open to us bland mugs
We should have spent more time with knives and not hugs
Our homes are clean and we bleach them well to kill bugs
There's no used needles on the sofas or the new rugs
We can't do this cos we haven't hung round with thugs
Our heads are clear and we've never ever done drugs

Our rhymes don't work cos our DVDs are not snuff
Words are choked as we haven't really drunk enough
It's nice sentiments that come off our cuff
We got no ho only intimate with wife's muff
Sex and violence is not part of our stuff
We should speak blood but we speak just fluff

We should speak blood but we speak just fluff
We should speak blood but we speak just fluff
We should speak blood but we speak just fluff
We should speak blood but we speak just fluff

Tryin to be hard but not able to be real bitchin
Lookin in our pants and we find that nothing's itchin
We don't hang out and we don't go crowd fishin
Spend more time not in malls but in our kitchen
There's no red line on our cheek that needs stitchin
Think our raps probably gonna need ditchin

We can't rhyme couplets as we haven't yet got the knack
We got no weapons fellers it's a lunch that we pack
We ain't that cool and we certainly don't car-jack
If we want more money then we take our bling back
If we sell our hoodies we can go and by an anorak
Leamington rappers almost certainly get the sack

We should speak blood but we speak just fluff
We should speak blood but we speak just fluff
We should speak blood but we speak just fluff
We should speak blood but we speak just fluff

(St 30/11/05 after the Roots Manuva gig)

1 comment:

Darren said...

fantastic
as Homer says, 'it's funny because it's true'
That's Simpson not the greek poet