Hyperaptive - Londoner (UK Underground Rap) | Текст песни

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INTRO:

Ai bruv, you know wots been really pissin me off lately?

all you people, who even think you know about, uk, england London, whatever,

and try and chat about we don't know nothin about rap,

ha, like you're any better at spittin,

you know what, just shut the fuck up...

CHORUS 1:

Maybe it's cause I'm from London,
If you wanna test us come then,
I'll always be from London,
If you wanna run your gums run them,

VERSE 1:

Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner,
people think I aint a good lyric coungerer,
maybe it's cause they think that I come-from-the,
ends where they drink tea with a napkin under-the,
table, stead' of a zoot-on-my-knee,
you man must think I got a suit-that-I-keep,
on a coat hanger, next to my boots-and-a-sweet,
little bowl next to that, full of fruit-that-I-eat,
ha, more like I'm sittin-in-brix-,
-ton, just enough money to be rippin-the-bits,
off this new ecko hoody litterin'-clips,
lickin-the-tips,
of my fingers from chicken-n'-chips,
sayin, 'I should leave rap-to-the-yanks'!
ha, yea when your stacked-full-of-ants ,
still chattin' about gats-and-the-shanks,
actin' g'd up til they're back-from-the-banks,
or maybe it's 'cause I'm british,
I gotta hear these american critics,
givin me all their fuckin analytics,
bout how rap aint for brits gettin skittish,
on myspace messagin me some,
shit bout rap aint for United Kingdome,
I don't give a shit where your from,
far as I'm concerned you can suck your mum!................

CHORUS 2:

Maybe It's cause I'm from London,
If you wanna test us come then,
I'll always be from London,
If you wanna run your gums, run them, cause:
I'M A LONDONER X4

VERSE 2:

Maybe it's because I'm English,
and rappers round here aint that distinguished,
people think that we're dead and extinguished,
and'd make more money goin' out to sing-wish,
you a merry christmas, in some gay-team,
I don't care how U.K may-seem,
from some neeky Harry Potter movies they've-seen,
cause you aint really ready for the U.K-scene,
it aint all pretty on London turf,
fuck around, you'll end up in someone's herse,
if you run your gums n don't think for you run them first,
ends in London where the young one's burst,
gats, wot? You really think it's all jokes?
look up in the sky n see umbrellas holding blokes?
each wavin n dancin around as he floats?
with a grin accross his face like he's over dosed on coke??
well maybe It's coz I rep UK,
that I don't really give a fuck wot you say,
you can think we walk round wearin a toopee,
we're the new breed lookin for some new prey,
so if your hatin for you it's a pity,
cause number one you don't have a clue your not witty,
number two you'll get slu if your lippy,
ha, I'll always stay true to my city................

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