Rhyme & Reason movie - No Identity lyrics

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Song by Delinquent Habits<br /><br>

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Hey, hey, troop style's hard to find<br>

I sit where we sit, it's time to go for mine<br>

See I remain in place wit shit so funky<br>

You could bite for days, my shit remains crunchy<br>

Good wit my own style, droppin that<br>

Looky Lou's all hokin but I stompin that<br>

You's a c-copycat, now watch me take you thru to hell<br>

Must be out lookin for biters in the big bad world<br>

I, am, the one to take you higher<br>

to liquidisation, heart and desire<br>

Go 'head, light the fire, as I get smoke<br>

There ain't a way to stop the madness when I go for broke<br>

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[Chorus:]<br>

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Aiyo kid, you must be kidding me<br>

You're the epitome, of no identity<br>

It's about what you say and how you say it<br>

Now that's hardcore, time to settle the score<br>

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I'm fed up with the old shit, gimme some new shit<br>

I won't sit, get off my grip<br>

See I'm tired of these imitating gangsta clones<br>

For them I got a slingshot, rotty's and stones<br>

I come steppin on the scene, my <br>

Delinquent team, be here to elevate<br>

Even the fakes should get their soul get<br>

Rippin up your frame, it's the critical acclaim<br>

Breakin you up, like the Buddha crank shrinks my brain<br>

Cos there can be only one ??, only one to rule<br>

Bet the coon new G, witta steel that's new<br>

Yet some won't like the way I strangle the mic, though<br>

I won't funk the kids, can't fake the Gambino<br>

Kid, you must be kidding me<br>

It's a joke, why ya gotta be kidding me?<br>

We're goin nowhere fast in this flavorless mess hall<br>

Why can't you stand tall? Cos I heard a distress call<br>

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[Chorus (x2)]<br>

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Once again, I go fly thru the speaker<br>

Your style suck, fuckin like a tweaker<br>

One grain falls, the rest soon follow<br>

Cos everybody knows (your wacked style's borrowed)<br>

It seems everybody write they're OG killers<br>

Everybody's flippin big-time dope dealers<br>

(Versace) and Gucci, rollin big time lucci<br>

Big ......, steady sellin out the real<br>

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Now oh damn, now look what I've done<br>

wit the little bit of help from the rhymes I brung<br>

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You know who you are, don't front, just shoot hits<br>

Delinquent it's in the house, to rock this shit<br>

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[Chorus (x2)]<br>

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