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I'm not a rapper; I'm a singer with a flow
I've got a habbit for spitting
quicker lyrics you know,
You find me ripping the written
out of the pages they sit in
I never want to get bitten
'cos plagiarism is hidden
Watch how I sit on the rhythm,
prisoner with a vision
Signed to a label, but didn't listen to any criticism
Thought you knew but you didn't
So perk your ears up and listen:
Studio is a system
And you could say that I'm driven
And now it's, onto the next saga
We drink the best larger
I'll never try to win you over like your step father
I do my own thing now, and get respect after
And I'm avoiding the 'caine like it was Get Carter
For four years I never had a place to stay
But it's safe to say it that kept me grounded like a paper weight
And 16 years old yeah I moved out of my home
I was Macy Gray I tried to say goodbye and I choked
Went from sleeping at subway station
To sleeping with a movie star, and adding to the population
Not my imagination, I don't wanna relax
Would it hurt your reputation, if I put it on wax?
I take it back now...
C'mon and take it back love
C'mon and take it back for us
Don't you fade into the back love
Ooooh
Take it back with the rhythm and blues,
with my rap pack I'll be singing the news,
Tryin' act like Jack Black, when I bring it to school
I make a beat with my feet, by just hittin' the loop,
Bringing the lyrics to prove, that I can fit in these shoes,
I give you the truth through the vocal booth,
And stars burst out on the scene, like an opal fruit,
they try to take aim like Beckham when he goes to shoot,
but then again that's what they're supposed to do,
and I'm supposed to be calm,
I tattooed the lyrics onto my arm,
Whispering everything that happens, is from now on,
I'll be ready to start again, by the end of the song,
since they are claiming I handled it wrong,
but I've never had an enemy, except the NME,
but I'll be selling twice as many copies as their magazine will ever be,
with all these spectacles ahead of me, and festival fess,
Healthier than a Dalmatian on pedigree,
singing for the masses, rubber dingied rapids,
I keep this rapping a habit and keep on fashioning magic,
I'm battling for respect, and I don't know if I have it,
This song from the heart, covers the planet
I take it back now
C'mon and take it back love
C'mon and take it back for us
Don't you fade into the back love
Ooooh
And I take it back now
Now I don't ever wanna be perfect,
Cos' I'm a singer that you never wanna see shirtless
And I accept the fact that someone's got to win worst dressed,
Taken my first steps into the scene, giving me focus
Putting on a brave face, like Timothy Dalton,
Considering a name change, thinking it was hopeless
Rhyming over recordings, avoiding tradition
Cos' every days a lyrics and the melody can be written
Now absence can make your heart ache
But drinking absinth can change your mind-state,
Vividly need to let my liver be,
I'll say it again, living life on the edge,
with a close handful of friends,
It's good advice from the man that took his life on the road with me
And I hope to see him blowing up globally
Cos' that how it's supposed to be
I'm screaming out vocally
It might seem totally impossible achieving life's dreams but,
But I just write schemes,
I'm never having a stylist, giving me tight jeans
Madison Square Garden is where I might be
But more likely, you find me in the back room of a dive bar with my mates
having a pint with McDaid discussing records we made,
And every single second knowing that we'll never betray the way we were raised
Remembering our background, sat down, that's how we put it out
It's time to take it back now
C'mon and take it back love
C'mon and take it back for us
Don't you fade into the back love
Ooooh
(wersje koncertowa, rozszerzona:
My dreams keep me awake at night
Written in rhymes, and I deliver the hype
Am I just living the lie
With this you must know that the number's just sold woah
Will keep me going through the tough times, dream with me
We forget 90 per cent of it when we wake
But the other 10 per cent it never fades
Dreaming dreams, day to day goals
Stay awake loads, try to make the cut like the
Paper or razor blade, oh, never give up
And just remember just to hold out more
A couple years ago
I couldn't just control that thought
You'd find me buskin' on the street
When it was cold outdoors
And now I'm sweating on the stage
Of a sold-out tour
Writing love songs for the sake of it
Never to make a hit
You can't fake talent and work ethic just to make it quick
I'm not a rapper I'm a singer, I just take the piss and
Most of these other guys are guys that pose
His little sister has to babysit, that's just a way it is
Dreams you own, just set your goals
And have the utmost faith in it; tread your own path
You'll never make it as a follower, you'll never know
Where you will go or where you will be tomorrow
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