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Title:
Judge Me Not Artist: Guttersnipes Label: Liberty Grooves Year: 1994 Album: Trials Of Life |
Last Modified:
23rd December 2001 Transcribed by: QED Contact: qed@ukhh.com Artist Discography |
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Cel One: Dun written rhymes, rip raps that vex When Cel starts to flex saps snap like necks Hotter than Hell what is Cell well Cel's a Packin' platter with spells 'n' restraint I ain't gotta yell A shell shock face drop place when Cel rocks Mcs in detail clock to retail stale socks Flocks 'n' herds find lines in lots of verbs Words that rhyme in spots preferred Cel pledges enough without no ruff edges my tape Grows to share like hedges Be my guest you're dressed as a jester To try and test the best lyrics this semester Another pest with a plan to manifest the mans posessed Best left to test for an address The quest began within the man Ya film flam jams ain't even trim so cram Stop to listen ink spots blotch like boccholsom Set my vision get it I got precision Fall or fail will ya live to tell a tale Tall males deliver small when they call Cel Spit on great pain hit on fakes like a freight train Sit on breaks then I spit like a Great Dane Status that matters chatter to fellows that flatter but jealous Cel is a battle planas my manners are zealous Well its a prank you write the skank to be quite frank You sank I sink to the think tank Thank the man with a plan to judge what's hot Till ya budge check the plots then judge me not Chorus Judge me not I drop with a pen when I'm hot Stop the pop like a shot got props Cos the venomous spot comes not From when I'm rippin' flippin' a skill stop ya slippin' I kill like Doctor Crippen Ya beg Cel next ya walking on tip toes egg shells I expel Text well axe 'n' excell Wax champ chumps stamp rumps as the amp pumps Bump clumps of fakes jump breaks 'n' dump stunts Rent a skill ya steal 'n' I'll be sent to Pentonville No dent I kill your content still I'm sent to thrill You feel vexes pain check the next that I explain Ya feet retreat on the next train A runner begin so begun a stunner newcomer that's shunning Many I'm hotter than any summer One of you bitches switch to step to my riches The hitch is death ya left in stiches Ya wanna broadcast a forecast then I sure last Ya sorry sore ass I soar past I make it plain like when thinner gets a brain Shame 'n' all a winner gain is pain 'n' a Zimmer frame Track ya down for ya treason, please I ain't teasing Ya wanna reason I hope its open season Freezing 'n' burning drops when the grudge gets hot Till I budge judge me not Chorus Yes we dress to distress the best 'n' ya crews left depressed With blues on a new quest My terror eyes terrorize yeah be wise Now be aware of the guys that televise My pistons pass pause push play 'n' picture applause I get a force Up better metaphores Mcs are strange check me a B-Boy 6 foot 'n' change Dangerous the boys deranged Next to wait to get check rates on the deck set Sigher selects the breaks 'n' fakes get wrecked Chill for five the Guttsnypes still be live Skills derive 'n' we will survive The kill again villain healing like penicillin in thrilling 'n' The appealing when chilling with men in illing Consider none betterer react when I'm trapped in then I'm rapped In any track like a napkin Captain give another order to slaughter cos all abroad who caught a sorta mad reporter I had to record a Daughter to wife I swing the pain of chain to knife The main head bring a dead brain to life Curbed with agression each verse a blessin' Lesson don't judge a first impression A session as hot as a rock shot but won't stop ya flock To judge me not | ||
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