Skinnyman

Skinnyman - Fuck The Hook songtekst

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[Skinnyman] 

I don't wanna blow up, throughout every era I've been here 

So far the underground circuit has been fair 

The home of hip hop, can you say you've been there? 

Home's where the heart is so hip hop lives right here 

I'm from UK, to you that might seem rare 

I'm steppin' up now to make sure I seem clear 

In every council estate we've got pure talent 

No one don't care because I seen as a challenge 

I suppose we'll never be the balance that you're lookin' 

You wanna dilute the realness then sling their hookin' 

Most A&R cats I've ever met was all shooken 

I'm lost for words if they don't bring a chequebook in 

I'm livin' in a place where you can get your life tucken 

For half steppin, by kids that'll blast weapons 

Pull out by the lights they'll have you out in half seconds 

Think your rough hang around if your ass reckons 

Don't have to look for trouble, trouble it'll find ya 

Don't turn around it'll be right behind ya 

Then September the 11th will remind ya 

Nobody ain't too major nor minor 

If you're back in the streets or in a brand new recliner 

Grab ya dicks and girls rub your vagina 

Pay the pound I'll provide the punch liner 

Might look young but I'm a real old timer 

Been around ever since the days of Boogie Down 

You can check my résumé the evidence can be found 

Forever been blessin' eloquence over sound 

Before they had the line off for spinnin' underground 

Since then shit's changed man, shit goes down 

But we're still gettin' down to the same old sound : it's hip hop 

It's good shit for rockin a crowd 

Where there ain't no space for mistakes allowed 

I feel proud if I'm leavin crowds cryin' for more 

This year I'm really thinkin bout tryin a tour 

Is hip hop worth dying for, if your life's on the line and your only crime is being poor? 

This time around I feel I want more 

I wanna see my son's future set secure 

Without havin' to go out and start breakin' the law 

I'm sick of being sat in the flat shuttin' the drawer 

I'm sick of watchin every day come and go by, tellin' teacher and fat boy, hold ya head high 

See others come and go, watchin' their mothers cry, sayin', "why did my boy have to die?" 

And still we'll try 

As others might choose to get high 

But we must up rise through to get by 

It don't take too much to figure out the facts, who's bringin in all the coke and the crack? 

This week an 82 year old got her throat slashed in the flats, cats are lookin' cash for their crack 

And we're the kids whose left facing the facts 

Now used for lookin' mobiles that match their straps 

As if it's fashion, everybody's ready for the action 

Ready for the mashin' and thuggin' it with a passion 

Only takes two egos to start clashin, bullets start flyin then the blood'll start splashin' 

Social wages really climaxing 

Everyday I see it getting worse by a fraction 

Droughts for the weed, but 'nough of that crack thing 

Nobody round here is gonna be relaxin' 

And this ain't no whites or a blacks thing 

It's if you're livin in the council flats...[?] 

They got us on a lab rat thing 

And it's funny to me how easily we're all adapting 

So I'm jus gonna keep-a rappin' 

You lot keep ya next snap in, but fuck the hook 

What fuck the hook, I said, "fuck the hook" 

Kung-Fu fuck the hook, come on fuck the hook 

Just say fuck the hook, fuck the hook.
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