MIND BOMB

MIND BOMB - Westwood Is A Twat (Allegedly) lyrics

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[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:] Cos enough is enough

[L:] Hear the lyrical assault from the brother called Ruf!

[R:] Shakin' up the scene cos 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:] Nothin' 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..."

[Verse 2]

[L:] Timmy Timmy Ha Timmy Ho 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 cos if no-one cares

You better...

[Ice-T:] "Prepare...for a true nightmare..."

[R:] Cos you know what, Loz? Some people just can't handle this, man.

[L:] These people don't even know.

[B:] Listen party people as they drop the Mark One 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 their 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" [Rakim:] "Don't waste your time"

[Rakim:] "Drop the mic" [Rakim:] "Don't waste your time"

[Rakim:] "Drop the mic" [Rakim:] "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"

[Triple-M Bass:] "I mean, how much can one country possibly take?!!!"

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