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Urban Dance Squad - No Kid lyrics
This is all about music how to use it, they call it songs if a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong while remington raps on, coming on strong critics let their face grow long face my music for once - I doubt if you can you've been brainwashed too much as a public man This is no kid T.V.'s your pet - your radioset, I scan popular music gives crapjams you've been blinded, narrowminded you know rap is big with the crowds - nothing's behind it they just dance if they like it, so they clock it don't be misled by my size when I rock it This is no kid Mr. top-50 biznizman talking so slick don't like our kinda music so he gives us the pip why a lie - rappers only flip their lip both sides of the globe call this music hip still knocking on doors of pop - to make discs while big men fake it with crapoid artists discotheques' answer ain't raps - they ask for a quick jam, pay wannabees, a few plaster just think you're a master with your ghettoblaster pipedreams about gold, but big men go faster but you've hyped the type of music that holds you in a grip when you pay this critics give it a miss dissin' the circuit - you say 'why, what this is !' 'cos you rock like a kid I gotta do it right This is no kid Absorbing the words, it's absurd people go with the crowd like a herd the bits, the music, the whole words copy the style without own effort if they are the herd, then I must be the herdman inventing fresh jams - firsthand you said it was nothing, not worth a damn too hard, too noisy, my show a five or ten but the mediamen clap their hands now you wonder, guess how we did the good hook it's the guitar, dj, bass, the drummer's foot crumb up y'all, you never get these roots This is no kid |
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