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What The F Artist: DFXO Label: SFDB Year: 1999 Song Copyright: DFXO |
Last Modified: 19th January 2002 Transcribed by: Delbwoy Contact: qed@ukhh.com Artist Discography |
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Xeno: Ya gonna break up in a sweat when I'm steppin'… All the other squares with their fool style of reppin' Who the effin' soldier - fighting with the weapon?… The bolder - formulating text - now behold the… Lyrical decoder - see me, now ya don't… As I flip it like a seal coz I'm knowing that you wont Level me on this - see I measure mind pressure… That's heavy on ya mind like a chest of gold treasure Provide a beat that's surely bangin' - rhyme slangin'… Better recognise - never silly like I'm prangin' I'm like a veteran, been doing this for years… You wanna be the joker - let me bring the tears I'm like a pit that's on ya nuts - the acid in ya gut… Sharp like Blade when he cuts Stick it in ya area and home like they're pucks… Spit it to ya dome like they're Chucks… What the F! Defisis: I refrigerate then meditate connect thoughts… Exaggerate, dramatise create and sustain... If you eliminate the impossible... Then what remains, however improbable… Has got to be the truth... I tell you from big man... Dappa Dan makes move with little space for manoeuvre, or leverage... I see kids spinning around like protons... While I sit motionless like a Buddhist - lampin' like Sargon... Heads wait to become the emcee - people told them that I am... So I project my slang on a national Westminster tower… Empower rappers with no confidence and just tell 'em it's a coincidence... Still spin - graciously holding out my arm… Antarctica pivoting perfectly on my palm... Ransack the mental looking for answers to questions that were placed up in the central... Memoirs inscribed inside laboratoirs... I move around the planet like rings of isobars... T 800 cosmic construction... Avoid self destruction... Check for mechanical malfunction... I rock well - computer rised insides… I divide conquer reduce battle stations to rubble With two world wars and more trouble… So kill the scuffle, I pop shh.. like a bubble... Even in the crowd I stand alone... Pass the bone - if I sell stones par you will never know... Tatsuo let go these dudes on a le-le I revolve like the day head lock the X spray… | |||
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