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My Curriculum Vitae
Harry Shotta
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My curriculum vitae speaks for itself
Self made, inspired by cassettes and CDs on my shelf
No shelf life, as an artist, see I compete with myself
And I'm not saying I'm the best, but I don't sound like no one else
Stealth mode, naturally cold, actually scold, mics I melt
These MCs can get you hyped, but I write the rhymes that you felt
Self sufficient, on my mission, I work with the cards I'm dealt
And I've been dope since man were
Wearing their names on their fucking belt
Trust me, since Ian Rush was rushing
Down the wing, I've been a problem
Solemnly swear, I'm a monster, call me bloody Gollum
They said I can't say I'm a monster on my flipping CV
When I'm the first D&B MC to verse on LinkUp TV
SDG, I rem and do a fire in the booth
I put Charlie Sloth as a reference, let Charlie tell you the truth
I've been sick since I was a youth, I've got history, I've got roots
And I'm serving this verbal murder, this record is further proof
These are paragraphs on my CV
I got a way with words, I deliver through my E.V
So be easy, my GG
Alien brain, man I'm moving like E.T
These are paragraphs on my CV
I got a way with words, I deliver through my E.V
So be easy, my GG
Alien brain, man I'm moving like E.T
My CV reads bad to the bizz-o
OG, twenty years deep on the frizz-o
Light work, light worker, my hizz-o's
Living like a vampire as the time flizz-o, yeah
Me and Harry got credentials in this town
For torrential 'bout to wash away these parasites
Ayy, they got the gear but no idea it's not about the things you wear
Somebody really needs an appetite
Spaceman sitting on a satellite
Back rolling jungle boy, strawberry
Legend of the ordinary
Working class Starfleet general
Hard face, hard body, hard life sentinel
Never been sensible
Manchester octopus knocking over drinks with my tentacles
If time's cheap, spend it all
'Cause your fiction isn't legible
When you think you're ready, someone make the call, yeah
These are paragraphs on my CV
I got a way with words, I deliver through my E.V
So be easy, my GG
Alien brain, man I'm moving like E.T
These are paragraphs on my CV
I got a way with words, I deliver through my E.V
So be easy, my GG
Alien brain, man I'm moving like E.T
There are no lies on my CV and I don't need to exaggerate
'Cause I was honing skills while the DJ pressed up his acetates
I fascinate a crowd, but these other man, they just agitate
Gravitate to my tunes and they pick 'em out like a magistrate
Man are bait with their lies that they
Write that they think will captivate
Similar singing, similar similes sung to saturate
A generation Thatcher made, Hatchet Harry will snatch a blade
And carve up instrumentals I get, you step into dubs
I give 'em like them tunes that Hatcha made
No mystery, and thousands of shows, man know my work history
I'm listed as a legend, but I'm far from done, my bredrins
So delete that from the wiki, replace it with work engine
My work rate's remarkable, made a mark and it's crazy
The Animal record even acknowledged by Slim Shady
I'm a different kind of gravy, thank God for the gift he gave me
It made me the man I am 'cause this music was sent to save me
These are paragraphs on my CV
I got a way with words, I deliver through my E.V
So be easy, my GG
Alien brain, man I'm moving like E.T
These are paragraphs on my CV
I got a way with words, I deliver through my E.V
So be easy, my GG
Alien brain, man I'm moving like E.T