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My SpermSo, we're doing it real big right nowYou know what I'm talking about But do you find everybody- Well these are people that are really putting joints out Sounds like Ghetto (No) Everyone (Yeah, I'm saying it's like-) everyone (Nah, I'm saying-) UK sounds like Ghetts (Yeah, because what-) Always a Ghetts wannabe A Ghetts- soundalike, a mini Ghetts What is that, Ghetts? (Parring a lot of guys) Have you got a lot of children out there or something? (No, haha, I don't know, DNA's running wild) Nowadays, every MCs got me in 'em Not one, not two, not three of them Looks like an army of me when I'm seeing them Can't be G but it's G in them There must be a place where MCs get my DNA And I ain't never heard "thanks" 2000 & Life was a sperm bank I gave you flows, ideas and more How could you think that I fear the war? I was technical light years before Last year, man said I'm overly lyrical Now, they wanna try and multi with syllables Going on like my ideas are yours When I was on Déjà, right near the door I was every MC's worst nightmare Now man are going on like they don't know the scores Oh my lord G-H, I be so hardcore Raw, send a soundboy to the morgue I only war when I'm bored Or when I got a CD going in stores I was on tour, 2004 When I came back, you know the rest got ignored I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm I'm the mastermind behind a lot of guys, my sperm I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm I'm the mastermind behind a lot of guys, it's my turn If you think you heard my style You ain't because I'm versatile Even if you found the blueprint, you couldn't search the files MCs are copying me Nobody's stopping them, see Flows, I got a lot of them Them man are thieves Oi, sound alike Something ain't sounding right Sounds like a sound of mine But the fans ain't clock because I left that sound behind They're trying to find their self but all you found is I And you ain't even around the guy Let me know when your album's priced I'm getting a [?] I know you ain't got no lyrics That don't sound like I ghost writ it My wordplay and my flow, riddim My swagger on the stage, my whole image There's no limit If you're identical, not sensible I'll end it all G-H, the real G-H Which means I be what none of these ain't If you wanna use something I've create Best thing to do, tell me straight You can burrow it Taste it but don't swallow it For Pete's sake You man still repeat 8s It's gonna be obvious if you're using my style I'm abusing my child I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm I'm the mastermind behind a lot of guys, my sperm I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm I'm the mastermind behind a lot of guys, it's my turn If you think you heard my style You ain't because I'm versatile Even if you found the blueprint, you couldn't search the files MCs are copying me Nobody's stopping them, see Flows, I got a lot of them Them man are thieves Who's saying I'm celibate? I got so many kids in this game I might start claiming benefits A lot of them are still bottle-fed I feed them when I'm squeezing I don't wanna keep on reading But I'm releasing that potent semen It's the season Twins, triplets even Quadruplets, I do this Meaning, when it comes to music I'm achieving Imitations, the best form of flattery, keep patting me When my sperm wanna battle me I be like, "son, go to your room", reality check Check reality Don't be mad at me Hahaha Some used to say I sound like Kane Until I found my way I don't agree with them The other day, I got given a tape from back then Me, Kane over MAC-10 And that's when I realised, you can easily tell the difference No one carried me We're both fucked, that's the only similarity I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm I'm the mastermind behind a lot of guys, my sperm I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm I'm the mastermind behind a lot of guys, it's my turn If you think you heard my style You ain't because I'm versatile Even if you found the blueprint, you couldn't search the files MCs are copying me Nobody's stopping them, see Flows, I got a lot of them Them man are thieves Them man are thieves Them man are thieves It feels- it feels like my sperm Too many ladies, you know (Not even my yout, you're my sperm) Yeah You're right If you're [?] 10 o'clock, then we do apologise You dun know For MySpace |