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Title:
Westwood is a Twat (Allegedly) Artist: The Mighty Mindbomb Label: Ruf Label Year: 1996 Album: Ruf Diamonds Vol.1 (compilation) |
Last Modified:
23rd December 2001 Transcribed by: Mark Murray Contact: mark@cowcud.demon.co.uk Artist Discography |
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Key: (L)=Loz....(R)=The Ruf....(B)=Both Intro [Tim Westwood: "Getting the session into E-F-X, with me, Westwood"] [Eazy E: "Shut the fuck up"] [Tim Westwood: "It's about that time"] [Eazy E: "Get the fuck outta here"] [Ice-T: "Prepare...for a true nightmare..."] Verse 1 B: Ahhhhhh...let's fuck it up now... R: 'cause enough is enough L: Hear the lyrical assault from the brother called Ruf! R: Shakin' up the scene 'cause no other would dare B: Fuck Westwood! R: We said it and meant it, now where's...your DJ skills, man? L: Your accent, for real man? R: You don't slam, man L: With your U.S. jams, man R: Hip-hop forgotten as you follow your trends L: Swingin' in the Jungle, where will it end? R: Deny your culture with sad fake slang and cling on, on American arses you hang You don't impress me L: You cannot test me R: I'm runnin' round defences like I was George Best, see? L: US copycats? We're no sad twats R: So take that pow! in your face like Naseem Can you battle that? L: Nothing but pure facts R: We've shat on your credibility L: Scene is small in the U.K R: You don't support us L: You just haunt us R: Never will flaunt us So what we gonna do, Loz? L: Lyrical dissection Got to find a cure for a weird infection! R: Symptoms? L: Kids idolizing the wack, man R: Brainwashed brothers seem to think that he's phat, man Believin' all the jingles, he can't even scratch! B: Mindbomb's better R: Mark One now scratch the truth... [KRS: "Number One"] B: He can't compare, so Westwood... [Ice-T: "Prepare...for a true nightmare..."] [KRS: "You are wack!"] Verse 2 L: Timmy Timmy Ha, Timmy hoe I say R: Please will you please play my records today? L: People think you're phat R: Most think you're dreadful L: Kids walkin' around with a fucked up head full of B: Misconceptions, false pretensions L: Hip-hop's worldwide, not just American R: Stop your skemes, I will not change or rap about guns just to get paid B: Blade cuts deeper R: Slowly bleedin' UK rap dyin', nobody's heedin' the truths, the youth who put on voices actin' American L: Big up your boyfriend R: When I'm still sellin' records I know I'm rated Sell many more, some people won't play this You got to innovate, 'cause if no-one cares you better... [Ice-T: "Prepare...for a true nightmare..."] R: 'cause you know what, Loz? Some people just can't handle this, man. L: These people don't even know. B: Listen party people as we drop the Mindbomb scratch... [Eazy E: "Get the fuck outta here" scratch] Verse 3 B: Stop suckin' rappers' cocks! L: Enough is enough R: It's makin' us vomit so we say B: Fuck Westwood! L: All over his guests like a teenage groupie R: Obviously fake like Paul Daniels' toupe L: Limited selections of platters that matter R: Repetitive shit and the heads get battered L: Over and over, play the same old tunes R: We're underground demanded but there ain't no room for us Discuss... L: in a four page essay R: Look at facts kids L: Check the resume! R: Quality L: Quantity R: Releases L: Original R: Turntable madness L: Messages subliminal! R: Technics shiver L: Needles might break R: Loz on the beat, now Ruf rhymes rate highly L: Entirely R: pure dope ability L: Athletical R: Verbal L: Gymnastical R: Agility L: Shows get wrecked R: Stages destroyed B: Mindbomb professional R: No weak-willed toys Play at your peril L: Westwood's too scared R: He should... [Ice-T: "Prepare...for a true nightmare..."] [Rakim: "Get off the mic before it get too hot"] [LL: "What I say is for real, this ain't la-la land"] [Rakim: "Drop the mic" / "Don't waste your time"] [Rakim: "Drop the mic" / "Don't waste your time"] [Rakim: "Drop the mic" / "Don't waste your time"] [Rakim: "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin' it"] [Eazy E: "Shut the fuck up"] [?: "Heard me on the radio, now the tables turned"] [KRS: "You are wack!"] [Audio 2: "Tell you to your face, you ain't nothin' but a faker"] [?: "You'll sit there, lookin' dumb, it seems you forgot where you came from"] [Worse 'em: "I mean, how much can one country possibly take?!!!"] | ||
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