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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #7,102
Peak in subgenre #3,746
Author
Mink-C
Rights
Mink-C
Uploaded
January 24, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
WHITE ALI
i'm like the white ali - originally from the valleys
turn MCs into 'crips' like a latino down in Cali
Mink-C can't be bothered with no fancy wordplay
just parlez, communicate exactly what I wanna say
From Aldi to Lidl, play MCs like a fiddle
Hit ya left ear, then your right. Then i'm mashin up the middle!
terrorise you fuckin bitches like a phonebook killer
in the summer i'm in spain, jesus sandals in my villa
well jamaican rude boys in the boozer will toast this
aint on no boast shit but my skills are precocious
mackadoche and framalamadocious like the afros
take out rappers like the camden ripper took out hoes
touch my toes when drunk's the only way i'll fall off
scary like boris karloff, battles you done call off
either way (huh) I'm never stuck in a rut
loonies love me like Koresh, nuns be begging for a butt-fuck
vicars say 'stop it', wave their morals like a docket
while their girlfriends got a pussy bigger like a clowns pocket
put a sock in it mate, i'm like the jason king of hip-hop
stick ya missus faster than michael schumacher in a pit stop
do I ever drop pop shit? hardly
send rappers to the chapl(a)in so much, they call me Charlie
independent no-ones bossing me, no charity philosophy
spit nasty adjectives, nouns, verbs even apostophies
preposterous proposition, pounce on punks like i'm polpot
say peter piper picked peppers with no mic pop
8 bars of mine is larger than the isle of wight
like a pedophile you'll be like 'damn that shits tight'
rock both internet and stages, world brand like AVIS
skills outrageous, big, handsome, elegant and couragous
like a cross between Barry George, and Timothy McVeigh
Blow your building up and leave bits of your brain up in the doorway
like Jill Dando, or like Hopkirk was to Randell
To Pay my respects I'll write a symphony like Handl
But I'll use funk breaks, you're high just like you ate a space cake
hate your mates, at your wake i'll stick those snakes up like the fuckin crime rate
arrive at your town and the fireman go on strike
because they know the kind of fuckin heat I bring each night
microphone arson, preach like a parson
cracking corny jokes like a welsh Frank Carson
but no paddy more like your daddy, pullin' off his belt
whoop your ass for no reason like the american government
steer a spear into your rear, this pioneer is gettin nearer
more funk than the used panties of Christine Aguilera
I can't hear ya? my people yell a little louder
I'm disgusting like a bowl of brussel-sprout and cabbage chowder
and delicious like some barbecue sauce on chicken wings
no butterflies, just punchin motherfuckers out the ring!
