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Ruthless Rap Assassins
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Why Me?
Make your own decisions why follow the pack Live too much for others and they just break your back Don't be played for a sucker when you're smarter than that Believe in yourself and you're on the right track
Your ears have heard the glory of the coming of the rhyme 'Cos Le Freak hits the peak at the drop of a dime But I'm english so let me say five pence Get involved, get it solved, don't sit on the fence Baa baa black man have you any pull The only thing I've got is what's inside my skull I hold my mic with a limp There's a slip of the hip as Le Freak walks on a stage There's no tripping' the lip Lyrics swim like a fish as I recite another page Here's a scoop for those dicks Stompping Boots in their troops Playing the tapes with daft flutes And the same boring loops Slaggin' me off a few years ago 'Cos they're in a daft band and you got a big ego No fucker helped us when we started off No, no sorry, but your beats are too soft But a couple of years later when we signed our deal All those too busy bastards started to squeal Yo! K - we're havin' a party would you like to come along Dan C - would you help me write a new song Dangerous Hinds - just the man I want to see Would you program some beats in your R8 for me I've got my own stress to cope with You're makin' me late Here's my card, phone the office And we'll make a date I'm busy right now, I've got to beat feet And the damn fucker calls everyday for six weeks Back to the track, yo! Cut me some slack 'Cos Le Freak got no time for your boring chit chat I'm heavin' so leave me the hell alone Stop playing shit music to me down the phone Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Don't wanna be sifting thru tape after tape With the levels all fucked up and rhymes that are late Here's a bit of advice so don't fuckin' laugh No fucker helps you when you're on your ass
Bring the pot to the boil and let's talk about Reenies Gigglin' girlies who think they can tease me It's Friday, it's club night They batter their Giro Their hair lookin' like it's been cut with a Flymo They strut around town with their tits hanging out Wearin' minnie mouse shows, flappin' big fuckin' mouth I'm rich, I'm famous That's what they think They can get out of my face I ain't buyin' no drinks I get vexed when they flex, I wish I knew voodoo Make their hair all dry up and their breath smell like doo doo There's guys on my back who all wanted to know But very few willing to pay at my show They're wantin' free records and t-shirts and that They'll take all they can but they give nothin' back I'm young and I'm healthy - so are you too So get off your ass and do what you do Leave me along I need space to breathe By the buggin' of me what d'you hope to achieve A chance at the big time, fortune and fame They think I can help them, cos I got a name They come around smilin' and act like they're friends I won't be used to gain anyone's ends I tell them 'come around', and give 'em a grin... the bastard's not in! The grin on my face has turned to a smirk I peep thru the curtains and laugh at the jerk You might say I'm bad but I cannot agree If they had the chance they would do it to me Here's a bit of advice, so don't fuckin' laugh Nobody helps you when you're on your ass
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