Check it out now
Hey hey troop style`s hard to find
I sit where we sit it`s time to go for mine
See I remain in place wit s*** so funky
You could b*** for days my s*** remains crunchy
Good wit my own style droppin that
Looky Lou`s all hokin but I stompin that
You`s a c copycat now watch me take you thru to hell
Must be out lookin for b***rs in the big bad world
I am the one to take you higher
to liquidisation, heart and desire
Go `head, light the fire, as I get smoke
There ain`t a way to stop the madness when I go for broke
Chorus:
Aiyo kid, you must be kidding me
You`re the epitome, of no identity
It`s about what you say and how you say it
Now that`s hardcore, time to settle the score
I`m fed up with the old s***, gimme some new s***
I won`t sit, get off my grip
See I`m tired of these imitating gangsta clones
For them I got a slingshot, rotty`s and stones
I come steppin on the scene, my Delinquent team, be here to elevate
Even the fakes should get their soul get
Rippin up your frame, it`s the critical acclaim
Breakin you up, like the Buddha crank shrinks my brain
Cos there can be only one ?????, only one to rule
Bet the c*** new G, witta steel that`s new
Yet some won`t like the way I strangle the mic, though
I won`t funk the kids, can`t fake the Gambino
Kid, you must be kidding me
It`s a joke, why ya gotta be kidding me?
We`re goin nowhere fast in this flavorless mess hall
Why can`t you stand tall? Cos I heard a distress call
Chorus (x2)
Once again, I go fly thru the speaker
Your style suck, f***** like a tweaker
One grain falls, the rest soon follow
Cos everybody knows (your wacked style`s borrowed)
It seems everybody write they`re OG killers
Everybody`s flippin big-time dope dealers
(Versace) and Gucci, rollin big time lucci
Big ......, steady sellin out the real
Now oh d***, now look what I`ve done
wit the little bit of help from the rhymes I brung
You know who you are, don`t front, just shoot hits
Delinquent it`s in the house, to rock this s***
Hey hey troop style`s hard to find
I sit where we sit it`s time to go for mine
See I remain in place wit s*** so funky
You could b*** for days my s*** remains crunchy
Good wit my own style droppin that
Looky Lou`s all hokin but I stompin that
You`s a c copycat now watch me take you thru to hell
Must be out lookin for b***rs in the big bad world
I am the one to take you higher
to liquidisation, heart and desire
Go `head, light the fire, as I get smoke
There ain`t a way to stop the madness when I go for broke
Chorus:
Aiyo kid, you must be kidding me
You`re the epitome, of no identity
It`s about what you say and how you say it
Now that`s hardcore, time to settle the score
I`m fed up with the old s***, gimme some new s***
I won`t sit, get off my grip
See I`m tired of these imitating gangsta clones
For them I got a slingshot, rotty`s and stones
I come steppin on the scene, my Delinquent team, be here to elevate
Even the fakes should get their soul get
Rippin up your frame, it`s the critical acclaim
Breakin you up, like the Buddha crank shrinks my brain
Cos there can be only one ?????, only one to rule
Bet the c*** new G, witta steel that`s new
Yet some won`t like the way I strangle the mic, though
I won`t funk the kids, can`t fake the Gambino
Kid, you must be kidding me
It`s a joke, why ya gotta be kidding me?
We`re goin nowhere fast in this flavorless mess hall
Why can`t you stand tall? Cos I heard a distress call
Chorus (x2)
Once again, I go fly thru the speaker
Your style suck, f***** like a tweaker
One grain falls, the rest soon follow
Cos everybody knows (your wacked style`s borrowed)
It seems everybody write they`re OG killers
Everybody`s flippin big-time dope dealers
(Versace) and Gucci, rollin big time lucci
Big ......, steady sellin out the real
Now oh d***, now look what I`ve done
wit the little bit of help from the rhymes I brung
You know who you are, don`t front, just shoot hits
Delinquent it`s in the house, to rock this s***