Skinnyman - Fuck The Hook lyrics

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[Skinnyman]

I don't wanna blow up, throughout every era I've been here

So far the underground circuit has been fair

The home of hip hop, can you say you've been there?

Home's where the heart is so hip hop lives right here

I'm from UK, to you that might seem rare

I'm steppin' up now to make sure I seem clear

In every council estate we've got pure talent

No one don't care because we're seen as a challenge

I suppose we'll never be the balance that you're lookin'

They wanna dilute the realness then sling their hook in

Most A and R cats I've ever met was all shooken,

And lost for words if they don't bring a chequebook in

I'm livin' in a place where you can get your life took in

For half steppin, by kids that'll blast weapons

Pull up by the lights they'll have you out in half seconds

Think your rough hang around if your arse reckons

Don't have to look for trouble, trouble it'll find ya

Don't turn around it'll be right behind ya

Then September the 11th will remind ya

Nobody ain't too major nor minor

If you're broke in the streets or in your brand new recliner

Grab ya dicks and girls rub your vagina

Pay the pound I'll provide the punch liner

Might look young but I'm a real old timer

Been around ever since the days of Boogie Down

You can check my resume the evidence can be found

Forever been blessin' eloquence over sound

Before they had the lino for spinnin' on the ground ((ie spinning on your head on a lino floor in breakdancing))

Since then shit's changed man, shit goes down

But we're still gettin' down to the same old sound : it's hip hop

It's good shit for rockin a crowd

Where there ain't no space for mistakes allowed

I feel proud if I'm leavin crowds cryin' for more

This year I'm really thinkin bout tryin a tour

Is hip hop worth dying for, if your life's on the line and your only crime is being poor?

This time around I feel I want more

I wanna see my son's future set secure

Without havin' to go out and start breakin' the law

I'm sick of being sat in the flat shottin' the draw

I'm sick of watchin every day come and go by, tellin' titch and fat boy, hold ya head high

See others come and go, watchin' their mothers cry, sayin', "why did my boy have to die?"

And still we'll try

As others might choose to get high

But we must up rise through to get by

It don't take too much to figure out the facts, who's bringin in all the coke and the crack?

This week an 82 year old got her throat slashed in the flats, cats are lookin' cash for their crack

And we're the kids whose left facing the facts

Now youts lookin' mobiles that match their straps

As if it's fashion, everybody's ready for the action

Ready for the mashin' and thuggin' it with a passion

Only takes two egos to start clashin, bullets start flyin then the blood'll start splashin'

Social rage is really climaxing

Everyday I see it getting worse by a fraction

Droughts for the weed, but 'nough of that crack thing

Nobody round here is gonna be relaxin'

And this ain't no whites or a blacks thing

It's if you're livin in the council flats and on da brap ting

They got us on a lab rat thing

And it's funny to me how easily we're all adapting

So I'm jus gonna keep-a rappin'

You lot keep ya next snap in, but fuck the hook

What fuck the hook, I said, "fuck the hook"

Kung-Fu fuck the hook, come on fuck the hook

Just say fuck the hook, fuck the hook.

Thanks to G MAN for these lyrics

Thanks to Jonny Bailey for correcting these lyrics