You Can't Rap

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    ou can't rap my friend you're white and you're from fulham
    Please put down the mic there's no way you can fool them
    Don't be stupid you wont get that far
    Turn your back on hip hop bruv and go and play guitar

    Of all the possibilities i ever coulda chosen
    Supposing career wise i'd picked hip hop
    Imagine all the tip top rappers' bottom lips drop
    Sittin there shocked that some other bloody xxxx hot
    Dude with a mullet, bussin shorts wearing flip flops
    Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross
    Of fans lovin prodigy, kylie and slipknot
    Nearly coulda happened bruv, look at me i xxxx not
    Little elliot, rhymes for the hell-of-it
    If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell-a-bit
    I tried hard to dig up the credentials
    Even thought about putting gold in my dentals
    An anglo-saxon with a broken accent
    But rapper's from fulham get a strange reaction
    So i said bye to rap, saw the issue at hand
    Some guitar lessons later, formed my own band

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    Attention seeking - how far should a man go?
    Cut his ear off like vincent van gogh?
    Dash cash to the crowd so the venue scrambles
    Turn my good life into a babyshambles?
    Fuck myself up real properly, like pete doherty
    Cover of heat i'm hot property
    Everybody's clockin' me i own the crowd
    Now i gotta link me up with a girls aloud
    Next exchange vows now my pops is proud
    There's a nine on my cloud i'm as pleased -
    As i ever been bro, mans flash like jose mourinho
    Women crave me like bottles of pinot
    Now i've got big i can fight photographers
    Bang the obvious, please biographers
    Spend currency til there aint none left
    And when i need more i'll fake my own death

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    Right now it's just hit and miss, soon i'll taste a bit of bliss
    Bangin chicks at worst with looks like jayne middlemiss
    Never doin' hideous, it's too bad for busi-ness
    I spin when they grin with skin like darth sidious
    Never out-riddle this, you're all chattin gibberish
    Verbal diarrhoea so you're never getting rid of this
    I hear your retorts there's all sorts like liquorice
    I can sense your bitterness, you wishin' you written this

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