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Cryin' Shame
Foreign Beggars
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I got a pen in my hand and an itch to write
Scratching out thoughts with a nib precise
I walk the light path but dip in the vice
Like a tight rope, but ripping the mic
I might cope while I'm living this life
A nice bloke with a villainous side
I wear a smile but it's still a disguise
A warm coat for when the blizzard arrives
Only smoke the most crow, high on cinnamon Thai sticks
I'm living a lie
Heard they call it a game, should I give in and die?
My strong soul figured give it a try
Now I'm dipping five fingers in pie
Foreign beggars in your pantry, jack dip on the sly
Yo Orifice, how many styles do we flip on these guys?
That's like, pay attention, give 'em a bly
I hold a cotch like I ain't hearing 'em cry
Pouring water like a tear from the sky
As they near their demise
Yo, bare MCs get played by the mind game
It's a crying shame, rappers can't rhyme in a time frame
And it's quite strange, I ain't surprised that they fight change
'Cause they're the lying type, hiding their face to disguise pain
Yo, bare MCs get played by the mind game
It's a crying shame, rappers can't rhyme in a time frame
And it's quite strange, I ain't surprised that they fight change
'Cause they're the lying type, hiding their face to disguise pain
Yo, I spit poison with the violence of war cries
Approach any fight for rhyme material, it's foresight
The worst kind of enemy, mind sicker than porn sites
I force fights, I'm bored like a kid with a torn kite
Your short sighted plan of action reaps the benefits
Of a minute's hard work but man I ain't really feeling that
There's nothing worse than a bredder that can't rap
Who's chatting crap on a track that's actually made it to wax
This shit's abominable, horrible
Somebody ought to block 'em all
This bredder's volatile, my tumulus rhyme style's unstoppable
I've got a small case of rap rage
In fact I feel stranger than a Japanese Jew boy with a black face
And if rap pays, I'm in, get the money blud
These days stay grey, so we play to win
My face grins at the thought of success
Yo it's a long and rocky road and I'ma climb it nonetheless
Yo, bare MCs get played by the mind game
It's a crying shame, rappers can't rhyme in a time frame
And it's quite strange, I ain't surprised that they fight change
'Cause they're the lying type, hiding their face to disguise pain
Yo, bare MCs get played by the mind game
It's a crying shame, rappers can't rhyme in a time frame
And it's quite strange, I ain't surprised that they fight change
'Cause they're the lying type, hiding their face to disguise pain
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MCs
Trying to make some money for some old bros
Put them pipe dreams on the shelf
It's ridiculous, doing dull shows
Trying to make some money for some old bros
Still no rhythm, no style
Give this man a guest spot, and guess what?
My worst critic turns to the biggest fan I ever got
Did my research like I'm Alan Yentob
Now I'm back to wreck shop, swing a bat, smash the shelves up
A jagged edge cut for your fleshy gut
Giving kids a trim, making sure they don't measure up
Threatening, there's a revolver in the leather glove
See me sat chilling on the sofa in the gent's club
Got an eye for the fine stuff, why not?
Still inspired when my rivals have dried up
You're ill advised, whining lots, when I drop
Four million styles live enough to strike up a right fuss
When the time comes I get psyched up
Like I'm nuts plus blind drunk
I make bare MCs feel naked and unappreciated
You're nothing next to me bitch, face it
Put them pipe dreams on the shelf
It's ridiculous, doing dull shows
Dull shows, dull shows
Trying to make some money for some old bros
It's ridiculous, well who's chasing a false hope?
MCs
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