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Title: Famuz Laz Worz
Artist: Doyen D & Cocka
Label: Erectified
Year: 2000
Album: Mobile Library

Last Modified: 28th January 2002
Transcribed by: Doyen D
Contact: QED@ukhh.com
Artist Discography

You know me, I'm dope I get cuckoo
Doyen was Dee but now I'm Mr. fuck you
who needs a crew around for security
I keep a few with me - but fuck unity
its Doyen & Cocka's shit, hungry communists
with money politics emcees are androgynous
tried pissin' on my lyrics for shinnin'
went in your pants to get your dick and couldn't find it
unsurprising, stop cock blocking me
one day I'll be a legend like Rodney P.
still Doyen D. they tried to scar my mental
peace to YZ and fuck Grand Central
I sent a letter bomb threat to the wrong address
and left it on the door steps of Posh and Becks
flex - starting - when will my zone end?
don't know? 50 / 50 - wanna call a friend?
idiots - rock a bye your cradle breaks
sick of this - fuck you and fuck your label mates
a hero verses Condorman's ass
maybe I'll serve you..no I won't like Bongo's staff
fuck rock n roll, I'm still on the dole
feelin like kill 'em all, I splinter the rigmarole
sightless a UK mastery course
HHC is jiggy, there's too many ads in the source
my readers digest - your anal pass verbs
in megahertz - these are my famuz laz werz

Famuz laz werz before the beat drops
fuck 'em people are armless like Eros
from the tree tops the fly human being
rich white boys cant see me t.h.u-geeing
the world is money, sex and a suntan
fuck a gun plan get mine while I'm a young man
I'm changing my name and avoiding conflict
endangered like NY rappers called Big
the industry's on coke star - open heart
I'm like Mozart one eye like Bonaparte
you um and arr but there's more collaborators
mobile are Next men creator of Creators
step in the library for a wordsearch
Omega Supreme old school like Lizzie Birdsworth
I don't rhyme for some morons breaks
beyatch I got my game from old Short Dog tapes
what would life be if not what Doyen wrote
be nothing but rappers from the old smoke
and that's not likely, I move the equator
not that there all wac, its just that I'm a hater
faker, fronting like a pier of the realm
he got a big head cause he appeared on a 12
shelved - stop rappin' better marry a stripper
emcees to me are baby pictures to Gary Glitter
playin' con-tricks, I'm taking bong hits
battlin' me is like eatin' soup with chopsticks
I got Cocka - the best producer you never hear
he's still Cocka while you trying to be Premier
independent - no managers tax returns
we made it and take it - our famuz laz werz.