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Mics Clashing

I've been doing this for a minute and it sure has held funny. I can't seem to stop I guess I'm like the Jorah Cell Bunny. Guest promoters don't know what type of place to butt me in even the radio's Confused to what category to put me in.
Is it UK hip -hop? Is it boom -bap? How come the hi -hats don't sound like trap? Am I too slow for the grime heads? Like what's the tempo? Just nod your head like the answer is yes Call my flow scores.
You can call it Susan if you like when you was too old was bruising a mic You could call it music. I guess I'm too white for the mobos not white enough for the Brits How do you label this ish? Can we exist without a title?
The beat goes bump, but um, but um, but then we put it on a vinyl I've seen some come and I've seen some go you want politics to go watch the news my bro. I go

Mics Clashing
Mics Clashing

To say you got to be original, intelligent and lyrical, poetical, well please don't put me in your pigeonhole. Y 'all man, why you sound so fake? Who me? The same reason you all sound like Drake. Now name a tune that I did the same flow on twice, I'm from Nottingham, where?
Oh don't go on nice. Like Yassir Kainan, monopoly on human intelligence, I'm off English, quarter Italian, quarter Ukrainian, to other planets, I'm an ugly alien, so they will never know if I'm Jewish or Arabian, plus I'm a Muslim all wrapped in one big fat rapper right here, I'm Donald Trump's worst nightmare.
Came here to chill, grabbed the mic and get my flow on, bust some jokes with the people who catch the same bus I go on, so you can put me in a box with a big red bow on, cause I go on.

Mics Clashing
Mics Clashing

I guess I drank from the fountain of youth I'm living proof if you do what you love then you love what you do I used to run around in a crew a little big -headed youth too big for his boots now I'm a loof unless we're talking about wrap my face lights up I make my own little tunes forget following trends.
I love talking about tracks watch the place brighten up making beats in my Own little world to zoom the lens take a snapshot. I'm indestructible like a black box hats off But I got too many angles to match bus orthodox or unorthodox whether you're Jim in a mouth Southwood don't talk a lot the one to pin me down or calculate my frequency I'm 20 ,000 miles of see your algebra is easy.
You probably think I'm speaking gibberish, but I'm like our job by the scientist to you lyricists

Mics Clashing
Mics Clashing