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They Call Me the Mink-C

Minkster

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Puttin' the Great in Great Britain
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Minkster is an UK-based Old School Hip-Hop artist from East Midlands, United Kingdom, active on SoundClick since 2003. With over 100 original tracks available on SoundClick, the catalog spans old school hip-hop releases built for free streaming.

The catalog covers Hip Hop, Rap and Old School, rooted in an old school hip-hop production style. Across releases, the mood is consistently uk, making the catalog easy to navigate for artists seeking a specific feel.

The following tracks represent some of the strongest releases in the catalog. "Chapter #1" is a standout hip-hop production. "Fame Ain't Shit" is a focused hip-hop production. "They Call Me the Mink-C" is a hip-hop production.

Minkster offers free downloads on SoundClick, giving listeners and independent artists direct access to the catalog.

Minkster has generated 16.9K streams on SoundClick, demonstrating consistent audience engagement in the old school hip-hop genre. Discover the full discography on SoundClick.

SoundClick artist Minkster presents "They Call Me the Mink-C", a remarkable release in the Hip-Hop genre. The song establishes its own world and invites the listener to settle in. The track delivers a memorable listening experience in this genre, and effortlessly connects with the listener. Minkster continues to build a Hip-Hop catalog on SoundClick, one of the longest-running platforms for independent artists.

Song Info
Charts
Peak #6,584
Peak in subgenre #2,804
Author
Mink-C/Ace List
Rights
Mink-C/Ace List
Uploaded
September 17, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.1 MB 128 kbps 3:25 minutes
Lyrics
I pack a dirty laugh, like Sid James More power than a Benz or a range Jensen Interceptor, 300C or Maserati Eatin up rappers like Indians eat chapati swine of rhyme, ahead of my time Onbeat through my lines, use a mass or a stein When I drinking my bavarian brew see the black gestapo mad but ain't no aryan crew people always wanna see the minkster get poetic in touch with my feelings, acting all pathetic singin like a bitch an emotional cunt like luther vandross, craig david or James Blunt if you want a love song then you're in the wrong place i'll do it johnny rotten style and fucking gob in ya face and if you ever hear me coming with that pop sound bred then hang me from my motherfucking neck till i'm dead Mink-C! Putting the great in great britain Mink-C! Putting the hip in hip-Hop Mink-C! Putting the great in great britain They call me the Mink-C, I don't stop.. Drop so much shit I spend all day on the lavvy I'm a taffy blowing bitches out the sky like gadaffi Check me out (tally ho!) ride with hounds like a hunter Fuck girl’s whether fit or billy bunter looking munters check out other rappers but their beats are shitty female MCs - i'll slap the milk out their titties they should whip out they asses, pussy big as pint glasses backstage passes get these lasses to my karma sutra classes thats right, they be screaming like i'm david soul cum into a basin, make 'em lick out the bowl then put my cap on, get my little rap on want somethin phat on when the DJ puttin crap on most rhymes are useless like givin blind people flowers or sickbags on flight 11 just before it hit the towers pokerfaced rapper, don't grin like Tommy Steele slicin and dicin' like the beast of the bastille i'm the medaeval metaphoric evil kneviel puffin on a regal boxin ya ears like steven segal physically impressive and brave, i don't back down stay underwater for days, and still not drown the reactions of a ninja, like one of my tricks is catchin' houseflys with a pair of chopsticks see I ain't braggin, i'm just speakin the facts need dope beats like craig charles needs crack Pickin' up those bitches like my name was Peter String' And I'm bustin plenty lyrics but I rarely say a thing i'm the Hooker outlastin, no kiddie fiddler hung like Dirk Diggler, ill rhyme riddler the valley boy with the nasty flow crackin cunts heads open like pistacchios and when i'm out with a lady, ain't no-one slicker cos i'm gettin' kinda freaky like the rostov ripper!
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