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Im no hustla
I don’t smoke the nicotine, da reezla
No need to be a hard man, a bustla
Old skool
New skool
Ma skool
Play it cool
Mic’s ma tool
Aint mean aint cruel
To ma enemies: Boo u fool
U kno ma lyriks rule
Sendin dis one out to you!
Dis is ma Time
Dis one’s ma rhyme
Soundin and feelin sublime
Up to fame im guna climb
Uda MCs ma lyriks mime
U eitha sound like a lemon or a lime
But copyin me would be a crime
Coz sum of ur lyriks aint worth a penny or dime
When Im shy
Grab da mic and ma nerves die
And away I fly
Sum of u soundin dry
To dem I say ‘nice try’
For Me £’s multiply
Why?
Coz in ma flow and lyriks I don’t lie
Dis one’s neva guna die
Odas just BOOHOO Cry
Wen they see all da nice things I buy
Ma cru always on da stand by
Stand true and no lie
Why?
Friends don’t desert you
Dats why MHM r my cru
Hyper guna stay tru to u 2
Feed me as ma lyriks grew
Before, I was a lyrikal poo
But sparkie and Ebony stayed tru
How much I wanted to MC dey knew
Taught me how to rime
How to get ma lyriks in time
On the MIC to sound sublime
Quit soundin like a lemon or lime
Committin Lyriks a crime
Now dey see ma eyes shine
Now dat Im worth a dime
And Im soundin fine
Stringin words in a line
No need for me to mime
Coz des lyriks r mine
Thanks Sparkie
Appreciate it Ebony
Reachin out to all u da MHM!
Bak wen I was watchin Anne of Green Gables
I fancied a go on Sparkie’s turntables
Ebony was producin lyrikal fables
We were like horses in stables
Yeh, dats wat I am a steed
I don’t smoke no weed
No mata how fresh, no need
To bun da weed
To impress
Ur mind regres
Become foolish
But wida ladies I don’t waste no time
Coz dat would be a crime
Ma life gota match ma rhythm and ma rhyme
4 ne of dis to b worth a dime.
W8!
Listen to MHM to make u Irate
We’re deciding ur fate
We’re neva late
Sum of u full of hate
Espacially u, da kate
U da one I used to date
From Muswell Hill 2 Highgate
See if ma lyriks u rate
Catch u in ma trap with bait
See if again we may date!
All dis injustice I see
Is getting me angry
Dats why I wrote this MC
Listen to the things I see
Violence thru every city
Murderurs on their killin spree
Don’t care if their victims plee
Not carin if the child is a he or she
Who’s next you or me?
Wars in every country
Refugees havin to flee
While soliders kill in glee
Broken families survive thru the milly
All des things happenin daily
People around da globe livin in poverty
Dem stavin literally
But as for me
Do I have da key
To set des ones free
Jah bring peace eternally
Nations living in harmony
Starvin hav food aplenty
Children neva go empty
So listen to me
That is ma plee
The reason why I wrote this final MC
Wen I hit da club afta dinner
I c da DJ da trax aspina
I get up grab da mic insert me lyriks inna area
Me growin hairer and hairer
Da crowd getn merrier and merrier
Champagnes sparkle like da perrier
Sum hoes lookn gruff like a Bull Terrier
But not in ma area
Dis is HyPeR
Rinsin ma flavia!
Lets giddy giddy get down inside widda underground sound
Represents out London Town
Just listen to MHM sound
Since des vibes I found
Ladies shake dare body all around
Lyrikal Master Ive bin crowned
Money spent – Dollar to the pound
Gals shake da booty to da ground
Coz dare appreciateing da sounds of da Underground
54321
dat be the end of 2001
Start of AD 2002
and ma cru hav brand new lyriks to share wid u
Dis one heavy and dis one new
Thru da year gone ma lyriks grew
And even though im away from ma cru
MHM we’re guna stay tru
Coz now we hav a job 2 do
Rinsin r flavas in da brand new year of y2k2
Talk of me Da Hyper MC
Sounds of da Diggy DJ
Wen da Badboys cum out to play
Dis by nite or day
Out to da fly Ladies, Ray!
H8rs ur all soundin gay
4 ur lyriks u get zero pay
So now wat do u say?
HyPeR's ma name and dis is ma way
Wen da date hits da wknd
& big money I hav to spend
I meet ma cru
And sum of ma ladies true
Hit a club old or new
Newhere dat we think is Boo
Bust in dare
H8rs recognise HyPeR and glare
But soon stop wen back I stare
Dey kno not to go there
Lead ma lady 2 da dancefloor
Movin to slowjams or hardcore
She and me rinsin raw
When da tune finsihed she wants more
End of da nite
Grab a kebab to bite
Avoid da h8rs fight
And live to c another nite...
Last nite didnt catch no z's
Coz dis girl I had to pleeze
Not da Wild Thing just da teeze
Started one da fone pressin ma keys
Den I dropped her a line
Dis must of bin bout quarta past nine
She said in easta to cum round and dine
I said yes I didnt decline
Coz dis girl was soundin fine
Maybe we'd get jiggy wid sum wine
And a slow baseline
Me deliverin ma suductive line
Till dat girls mine.
Bign up me
Da HyPeR MC
Shouts to da Garage DJs
Da baddest tunes da plays
Ma own ryme is wat i says
Yes on da muna muna microphone
Penatrate like deep into ur bone
Famous MCs I clone
Viper, Romeo hav shown
How dare lyriks hav grown
Me? Im still an unknown
But im about to change ma tone
C wat results I get from da promoters i fone
THAT SHOULD KEEP U GOIN FOR A BIT!
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