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Title: Tunnel
Vision Artist: Braintax & Slipperz Label: Rawdog Year: 2003 Release: £10 Bag Vol II |
Last Modified:
17th June 2003 Transcribed by: Master Kush Contact: a.purves@ex.ac.uk Artist Discography |
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Pint a Guinness, let me finish, Low Life! brain-tiggeh! okay, bloody 'ell! Them Yanks are gettin' into "E"s late, Bloody 'ell my classmates did 'em way back, Why is it male r'n'b fans claim rap, and act like they were all b-boys way back? I'm not that opinionated but I hate that, fuck, ya just a pop-fan, no more no less than, don't try and be an expert and tell me 'bout Redman, you like Trevor Nelson that's why I stay dead-pan, they seem to think Ja Rule is the next shit, they seem to think Lil Bow-Wow's the fresh shit, sweet tooth and I hate ya taste, you treat culture like video games and its a waste, ya don't learn, lap it up and pose and chat, got the trainers, the car and the baseball cap, you got MTV babes that think that's real, got the brand new slang, but ya lackin' a feel, lashing J-Lo hard when behind the wheel, your M3's on H.P., you waste ya cash, I got money in the bank and a place to crash, I got plans in effect and they work cuz I'm far from flash, I like r'n'b when it's done well though, I was a breaker but I never had shell-toes, we had some cheaper kicks shit, I hope to sell those, Silver Shadows, G Vila's with the thick soles, fashion hoes where you at? £80 a pair! Ya get my dirty socks too cuz they match your hair, they're like that though retro grimy, greased up denim t-shirts are tiny, you wanna front like you know rap that's cool, but stay behind me or prepare for school, no what you lookin' down that tunnel for? real heads know they're real and hard-core, now what you lookin down that tunnel for? raw dogs innovate, this funk for your closed mind state, I wonder why they're wearin' back-packs, you got a change a clothes incase ya chat clap trap, and get a bloody nose, in the jam, or maybe rhyme books 'n' stickers, and dirty girls got ya toothbrush and clean knickers, now if ya got stickers, the back-pack's, for that crack back litter, and some Low Life logos, ya need to loosen up and stop lookin' homo, noddin' in the corner like dancing's a no-no, tunnel vision, all that independent rap, you love it like them lame cats performing a scratch, and just cuz it's yanky don't make it cool, a lot a shit's real wanky trnyna claim old skool, and just cuz it's promoted don't make it good, just cuz you got big tits though, taste my wood, food's not what you expect if your taste is bland, top dogs' gotta leave and it's time to expand, and real heads know and understand, so all the Ultra-Magnetic fans raise ya hands, now what you lookin' down that tunnel for? Low Life means true heads know they're real and hard-core, now what you lookin' down that tunnel for? Raw dogs innovate, flip shit in this godly war, it's like raw, raw, raw, raw, raw, raw.. ahh,.. | |||
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