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Title:
Rough It Up Artist: Blade Label: 691 Influential Year: 1991 Album: N/A |
Last Modified:
23rd December 2001 Transcribed by: Mark Murray Contact: mark@cowcud.demon.co.uk Artist Discography |
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Blade: Intro "Listen, I'm looking for somebody good to record my stuff... and I think you're it." "Me? You gotta be kiddin', I ain't no singer!" Ah yeah, back again... 1991, we're gettin' serious, bro' no jokin', no time for playin'... Here we go...hit it... Verse 1 Listen, money grabbin' men I'm dismissin' Plenty of fish in the sea, so I go fishin' Lookin' for that deal that suits me down to Earth for every lickle-bitty thing that it's worth Sometimes you can sense that I'm weary when I do the listenin' but you ain't talkin' clearly (Nearly) I bet you thought you had me but I'll say gladly that I don't need you badly Hardly a second is wasted when I grab a piece of your pizza and taste it (Nope!) That doesn't mean you own me I mean twenty minutes is all the time you've known me and you think you can dictate my hell of a life Go on home and control your wife! Deep down you ain't nothing but a businessman but if you can then I know that I can make progress and be a little bit better than yesterday when I was only a veteran Hoping for things that were too good to be true But now all I really wanna do is rough it up, uh Yeah, we're gonna... Yeah, we're gonna... Yeah, we're gonna... Uh! Verse 2 Don't mother touch me, sit back and watch me Take a look around, many begrudge me Thinkin' like their kings, they wanna be like me So, what you know is only really what you wanna know Get your damn hands off my shoulder I'm not a soldier, but like I told ya For the ones who wanna be takin' us as a joke we go straight for your throat and it's you we choke You see the pictures of us in the magazines where all the critics want us to come clean But as you read the script you might think I've flipped Here's a tip, why don't you take a long trip? Stay the hell away from me and my boys Hear the views and opinions I'll voice 691 is slammin' ("Now, just hit me!") Fort Apache and me don't give and damn and... ("That's your style, get scared in the night") Cap One and my partner Renegade will be tearin' up shit, so why don't you wait a lickle longer, see that I'm statin' a fact and it was worth the waitin'? Uh! Rough it up, uh, we're gonna... Yeah, we're gonna... Yeah, we're gonna... Uh! Verse 3 ("With the mind of a") criminal Somethin' that you wanna listen to, we got to get together for this and let them know that the citizens are stronger than unity Oppressors couldn't touch a million Just like you and your boys I'm a civilian strivin' long and hard to make a livin' I ain't quittin', cheques I'm receivin' Seventy pounds was the pay for washin' dishes workin' alongside rumour spreadin' bitches It wasn't much of a price to get paid The job was easy, but not the place for Blade So I took my things and took a bus trip back to my neighbourhood where I could get the chip off my shoulder, but still their hands are on it Get 'em off my back, I don't want it Them and their slimy ways don't impress me As for when I sneeze, they're quick to bless me But I don't need their stinkin' blessin' When will they understand just don't pressure me when all I really wanna do is rough it up, uh Yeah, we're gonna... | ||
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