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You conceited bastards
Come on now… rock to the rhythm ..
Been running this since you were watchin’ Tweenies
Into Cypress Hill with your dumb lookin’ Beenie’s
I ain’t no dedicated follower of fashion
‘cos that shit ain’t everlasting.
True commitment is never trendy..
so to all the groups whose promises were empty..
I’m still here, still standing, still angry..
Feel this now..

I heard you go blah, blah, on my Rufneck track
If you think you’re on beat then your mind’s on crack.
Think you wrecked it, 2 friends made the rackit.
You ain’t an mc you’re just wearing the jacket!
Look the part, maybe, but thats about it.
Other than the cover then, your record is shit.
I don’t buy the hype your mates write in mags.
I’m so much fucking doper on stage in rags!
Keepin’ this hardcore, I say fuck your encores,
people don’t want it, the Ruf’s what they’re here for.
(Nah they’re fuckin’ not) True I’m not a big star.
No jingle, no jewellery and a little crap car,
I try and chat truth , ‘cos all I hear is lies.
Go back to your day job, with ya suit & ties.
(THE ORIGINAL RUF BASTARD I’VE LASTED)
Longer then your age YOU CONCIETED BASTARD
…(mental that is)
YOU CONCIETED BASTARD

I’ve burned many jams got props from Jurassic,
Bambaataa, Chuck D cos my Mindbomb’s spastic -
out of control, ‘cos my freedom’s unique.
I write the rhymes and controlled Ruf Beats.
Producer, seducer, my fans I won’t lose ya.
This ain’t the fast show but I do SUIT YOU SIR.
Still got what you need, British Beef from Dave
Knocking down all doors with a Jeep Beat ram raid.
So take that, or take this, my albums you resist?
I’ll wait sell you one for a fiver when ya pissed
at midnight, hounding all the girls with ya dogbreath.
No need for violence ‘cos I dissed you to death.
You think you’re “the shit” well second words right.
Cuss me for my accent, ‘cos I’m dope & white.
Prejudice comes in many forms and shades.
This Mindbomb’s complete now learn to behave..
Proper… YOU CONCIETED BASTARD
YOU CONCIETED BASTARD

I’m so, Sick of this, so let this be the end.
YOU CONCIETED BASTARD’s just fuck off & fend
for yourselves, stop wasting my time its precious.
I gave you what you asked, so why act treacherous??
… man, that’s low, no way to behave.
Think you know the Ruf and you’re callin’ me late.
Waking up my family with your stabbing threats.
Not in the same galaxy as this space cadet.
Don’t know me, can’t show me shit, you scum.
I’m fighting all this wackness COS IT’S WHERE I’M FROM
and it’s where I’m at, you ain’t fat, a pity.
I’m a one man hip hop army, so what my city
ignores this, deplore this, your Golden Showers
You can piss all over me & I won’t cower.
Was here before you kid, I’ll be here after.
You ain’t a rapper but an actor no bafta.
I laugh at ya, can’t hear a word you’re saying.
“off the top of the dome (freestyle)” bollocks you’re playing.
Right into my hands another mindless mc.
Why step to the mike, when your heads so empty.
My words like a DJ ‘cos I drop Prime Cuts
If it ain’t worth saying then Shut the Fuck Up.
YOU CONCIETED BASTARD
YOU CAN SEE THE BASTARDS!!!
(Yeaah, can you see the bastards. Mr Ruf uncover these scumbags…)

This is going out to all the trendy know-it-all wankers in certain record shops.
To US wannabee dj’s.. you know who you are, faking your funk.
To UK producer’s using lame brothers of US mc’s & putting few dope Uk mc’s on, Your lame, where’s your group, your identity, you ugly trainspotting wankers.
To all them trendy dj’s playing instrumental, and despite what you say in the media, never dropping a British tune let alone a Ruf Beat. Where’s ya backbone??
To rip off distributors like SRD, a big fuck off to Nu Groove in the US, Mr Dave Paul at BOMB for bad business decision’s, Wolfgang who used to run 99 distribution, Mick from Fresh’s ex business partner Klaus - you all owe my family money. twats!!
To all the lazy journalists in London, get off your arse, there’s more to the British music scene, 0/10 come see me.
To all the fake G’s , weak wannabee’s MC’s & Ali G’s, drop one rhyme over a PREMO beat & think your an mc. Fuck off.
To the apathetic public, only going to big name weak US shows & not supporting your own
We’re dope face it.. check Sounds of Blighty.. try to deny our talent.. I dare ya
To all the crews who big themselves up and that’s it. That’s shit. We can only blow this up together, you need me & I need you.
To everyone in this small pond of a scene, talking a lot but not doing nothing. Shut the fuck up. You hypocritical piece of dog turd.
And on a personal tip fuck, NTL, Tom Bloxham, the DSS, Various printers & graphic designers, you can’t rip me off suckers, I’m too Ruf for ya.
Oh yeah and the Taxman is still robbin’, and to the police, why do you only stop me when I got my nice, warm, many pocketed dope army jacket on, it’s appreciated loads…thank you
that’s all I’ve got to say.C Copywrite D.J.Davies aka RUMOUTH 6-8.30am 26/10/2000

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