Key:
L: Loz
R: The Ruf
B: Both
Intro
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[Tim Westwood: Getting the session into E-F-X, with me, Westwood]
[Eazy E: Shut the fuck up]
[Tim Westwood: It`s about that time]
[Eazy E: Get the fuck outta here]
[Ice-T: Prepare...for a true nightmare...]
Verse 1
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B: Ahhhhhh...let`s fuck it up now...
R: Cos enough is enough
L: Hear the lyrical assault from the brother called Ruf!
R: Shakin` up the scene cos no other would dare
B: Fuck Westwood!!!
R: We said it and meant it, now where`s your DJ skills, man?
L: Your accent, for real man?
R: You don`t slam, man
L: With your U.S. jams, man
R: Hip-hop forgotten as you follow your trends
L: Swingin` in the Jungle, where will it end?
R: Deny your culture with sad fake slang
And cling on, on American arses you hang
You don`t impress me
L: You cannot test me
R: I`m runnin` round defences like I was George Best, see?
L: US copycats? We`re no sad twats
R: So take that pow! in your face like Naseem
Can you battle that?
L: Nothin` but pure facts
R: We`ve shat on your credibility
L: Scene is small in the U.K
R: You don`t support us
L: You just haunt us
R: Never will flaunt us
So what we gonna do, Loz?
L: Lyrical dissection
Got to find a cure for a weird infection!
R: Symptoms?
L: Kids, idolizing the wack, man
R: Brainwashed brothers seem to think that he`s phat, man
Believin` all the jingles, he can`t even scratch!
B: Mindbomb`s better
R: Mark One now scratch the truth... [KRS: Number One]
B: He can`t compare, so Westwood...
[Ice-T: Prepare...for a true nightmare...]
Verse 2
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L: Timmy Timmy Ha Timmy Ho I say
R: Please will you please play my records today?
L: People think you`re phat
R: Most think you`re dreadful
L: Kids walkin` around with a fucked up head full of
B: Misconceptions, false pretensions
L: Hip-hop`s worldwide, not just American
R: Stop your skemes, I will not change
Or rap about guns just to get paid
B: Blade cuts deeper
R: Slowly bleedin`
UK rap dyin`, nobody`s heedin`
The truths, the youth who put on voices
Actin` American
L: Big up your boyfriend
R: When I`m still sellin` records I know I`m rated
Sell many more, some people won`t play this
You got to innovate cos if no-one cares
You better...
[Ice-T: Prepare...for a true nightmare...]
R: Cos you know what, Loz? Some people just can`t handle this, man.
L: These people don`t even know.
B: Listen party people as they drop the Mark One scratch...
[Eazy E: Get the fuck outta here scratch]
Verse 3
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B: Stop suckin` rappers cocks!
L: Enough is enough
R: It`s makin` us vomit so we say
B: Fuck Westwood!!!
L: All over his guests like a teenage groupie
R: Obviously fake like Paul Daniels` toupe
L: Limited selections of platters that matter
R: Repetitive shit and their heads get battered
L: Over and over, play the same old tunes
R: We`re underground demanded but there ain`t no room for us
Discuss...
L: in a four page essay
R: Look at facts kids
L: Check the resume!
R: Quality
L: Quantity
R: Releases
L: Original
R: Turntable madness
L: Messages subliminal!
R: Technics shiver
L: Needles might break
R: Loz on the beat, now Ruf rhymes rate highly
L: Entirely
R: pure dope ability
L: Athletical
R: Verbal
L: Gymnastical
R: Agility
L: Shows get wrecked
R: Stages destroyed
B: Mindbomb professional
R: No weak-willed toys
Play at your peril
L: Westwood`s too scared
R: He should...
[Ice-T: Prepare...for a true nightmare...]
[Rakim: Get off the mic before it get too hot]
[LL: What I say is for real, this ain`t la-la land]
[Rakim: Drop the mic] [Rakim: Don`t waste your time]
[Rakim: Drop the mic] [Rakim: Don`t waste your time]
[Rakim: Drop the mic] [Rakim: Don`t waste your time]
[Rakim: Drop the mic, you shouldn`t be holdin` it]
[Eazy E: Shut the fuck up]
[?: Heard me on the radio, now the tables turned]
[KRS: You are wack]
[Audio 2: Tell you to your face, you ain`t nothin` but a faker]
[?: You`ll sit there, lookin` dumb, it seems you forgot where you came from]
[Triple-M Bass: I mean, how much can one country possibly take?!!!]
