Lowkey in the + Lyrics
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You lack the facts that go back-to-back, b When I watch you rap it's like crazy comedy I got a 'don't rate fake G' policy You hobos are old and It's oh so true No promo, logo, or photo-shoot Fuck your postcode, MOBO and polo suit My opponents are hoping I won't go through I'm certainly burning these burglars verbally True rhymes, ain't got a pen? I believe: give your best in your time, inspire others and LEAVE before the elite disgrace you, kill you, lock you, hurt your family, frame you etc etc. Not just from the UK, either. Since taking over from Tim Westwood on the Saturday Night Rap Show, almost every British artist of note has passed through the hallowed Charlie Sloth studio.
I believe: give your best in your time, inspire others and LEAVE before the elite disgrace you, kill you, lock you, hurt your family, frame you etc etc. Regarded as a real mark of prestige in the scene, especially for newcomers, 'Fire in the Booth' sees MCs shelling down over a selection of different beats, often preparing something extra special to cook over the burning blaze of Sloth's destructive soundboard. He couldn't bear to rank them in order of preference, so I just caught up with Sloth to talk through the most memorable sessions from the now legendary series.
Lowkey in the + Lyrics - GIGGS Giggs is one of my favourite rappers ever, period. You can find Paul on.
Year ago +7 Corrected, completed and uncensored lyrics. My CD, is way to D-double-E-P, That goes for your TV screen, DVD or BBC, ITN or ITV; COP's say ID please, S-T-O-P like IC3, wanna see me hooked to an IV, G, In the ICU but I'm N-O-T; they went OT with the M-O-B, Can't see me through the F-O-G, don't cuss mothers of S-O-B's; These MC's are OAP's, wanna hype up? L just BFG's, Yutes don't want no GCSE's they want C. Don't ever get arrogant, Don't start panicking, phone your management, Mumbling, man are in the manor getting mad again, Don't care about your swagger, mandem or medallion; What's the matter then maggot? In madness, mandem are missing like Madeleine, I've been badder than you and your bag of men, What's happening when I kill em with a pad and pen? You can use mine, Ain't staying underground like a tube line, I'ma come through and shine in due time, Which one of you pricks said I can't do grime? Genre crosser, nonsense stopper, Consonant stomper, the conscious monster, The freedom fighter, deepest writer, Beat up cyphers, the people's rhymer; Bound to get iller, the sounds effect filler, The Malcolm X spitter, the alphabet killer, Not a player hater, lady dater, Maybe later a baby maker; I get slept on like old pyjamas, Will I blow up like boats in the harbour? You spit fire I'm molten lava, Flow so cold I scold your father, Sold your soul for gold and Prada, Who do you know who's flow goes harder, It's over partner you know the answer, Drop bombs on the rhythm, no Obama; Base line murderer, fake guy hurter, The race line hurdler, face... Face flying all over the place like furniture, I'm back so hard my break my vertebra; Beat breaker, heat taker, Sheet of paper cremator, since a teenager, DJ's can't be weak AR's, Cause if they do they get P-A-R'd; I'm back so let me eat, the facts are very deep, You prats will never see, I rap to any beat, Pack the pen and p, practice every week, Attack the melody and smash my enemies, Not a send bro, but you're getting dough with a bent flow, Jacking off Jay-Z like a little klepto... Laugh at my people while you criminals bomb them, Militant on the rhythm, I'm killing you on the song then, History you won't read in a textbook, Kunta Kinte, I bleed from my left foot, Never see me on the TV with Jedward, Tell the BBC they need me on Westwood. I believe: give your best in your time, inspire others and LEAVE before the elite disgrace you, kill you, lock you, hurt your family, frame you etc etc.
I just get blown away by it all. Regarded as a real mark of prestige in the scene, especially for newcomers, 'Fire in the Booth' sees MCs shelling down over a selection of different beats, often preparing something extra special to cook over the burning blaze of Sloth's destructive soundboard. You can find Paul on. Year ago +7 Corrected, completed and uncensored lyrics. You spit fire, I'm molten lava Flow so cold I scold your father Who do you know who's flow goes harder. Not just from the UK, either. He couldn't bear to rank them in order of preference, so I just caught up with Sloth to talk through the most memorable sessions from the now legendary series. K Koke was the first that really exploded, though.
