Storys (Produced by Mike S 'Slap Up Mill' 2007)

from Tales From The Crypt by Hauntin

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lyrics

Everyones got story's,
mines called caucasian enragement,
the beat is the picture frame,
my lyrics are the paining,
forwards ever, back never like helter skelter,
the Hip-Hop slang sling shit rap pelter
I spit unique mystical lyrical techniques,
a wizard on the mics, like a computer to geeks,
I'm known to rip tracks like big tits in tight tops
the formula one of Hip-Hop without the pit stops
the only way were underneath you is cos were undergroud
Im outta ink off to the market up town
rinse out my dole money but i'm sound as a pound
my last quid went on biro's to get some flows down
this verse is so fresh that the inks still wet
poison rap, bite it get an intense instant death
Blade told me "Just do what comes natural"
to me that means produce, scratch, graf, write and battle too
you have to spit from the heart and have commitment
believe in yourself, save up for good equipment
a system, mic's, mixers, speakers and decks
get shure, mackie, vestax and technics
got enough respect for MC's, graffers and B-Boys,
producers and DJ's playing decks like toys
but most of all my friends who have been a long the way
for you I show love and represent UK
like the london underground there ain't enough beats to ride on
my lyrics cueing up just like people waiting to pile on
you cant believe your ears, i'm too damn smooth,
i pick the pockets of the artful dodger on the move
I'm not a rapper, I'm just a storytelling normal feller
reading pages of an old book I found down in the cellar,
about this UK Hip-Hop group called Fifth Essence crew,
the title reads get out of the way, were coming through