JND
I'm dropping Bradford raps; superfly /
Beyond the comprehension of you stupid types who are new to mics /
You cats are getting neutered while I'm a vet staying true with rhymes /
Killing off you call of duty newbie types /
If you spark a doobie, high as ozone /
I'm supplying dope flows just to complement the nicest homegrown /
And rightly so, bro / but if it's summat less /
It's summat I can't stomach yet, there's plenty of you loving it /
I'm tired of you lot with the same style, never saying much /
Over bassline beats getting played in clubs /
I guess that’s what you really love but really love? /
Where’s the substance, where's the flavour? Oh, there isn't much /
I'll never dumb it down, but you should smarten up /
If you're gonna do it, do it justice, but you hardly could /
And what I fail to fathom is the large demand for it /
But I ‘spose that goes for brown addicts as well as heads that bounce to shhhh //
ExP
I spit the Leeds stuff, superfly /
...These days Youtube decides who survives/
...How many views and likes, on your latest upload of useless shh /
Jus make sure the video directors do it right /
...Doesn’t even matter what the music’s like /
It’s suicide to choose a mic and not think what your tune looks like /
After all “it’s too hard to take in all the words” /
And when was the last time your favourite rapper made a proper verse /
People need to force feed their eyes before their ears /
Beauty was once more than skin deep, now that’s all there is /
And underneath’s an ugly ___ who leaves before you met her /
For weeks later you try and think back and can’t remember /
So what was number one a month ago, just another bloke /
Or woman who was humming nothing but a bunch of smoke /
And they wonder why the fruit of UK talent couldn’t grow /
Cos there’s so many weeds in the way the sun just doesn’t show //
Addverse
My style’s Sinoptic and superfly /
Star Trooper slash a Light Saber-toothed tiger with a human vibe /
I keep it true and let the passion help me stay alive /
Many of these new school artists are displaying lies /
For me it’s never that, most of them pretend to rap /
So ten times out of ten my tiny temper’s gonna snap /
You feel the passion of it? /
One hell of a hot topic, most guys who rock the mic are shh like a dog squatting /
And I have not forgotten, how I have a lot in common /
Except the rhymes I write are not as whack and not as often /
I want some intellect in anything of interest /
When listening to lyrics that another living has said /
And I will not invest in anything that’s any less /
Especially if any press have said their music’s at its best /
I find it patronising – I’ll be the judge of that /
There's no point in advertising any of your f_____ //
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