Album: Rhyme Reason

No Identity [Delinquent Habits]

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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 shit so funky

You could bite for days, my shit 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 biters 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 shit, gimme some new shit

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 coon 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, fuckin 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 damn, 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 shit

[Chorus (x2)]