Wednesday 17 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

Angel Haze came along just as I was getting bored of Azealia Banks - Perfect! I love this rise of female MCs that's happening. I'm not a huge feminist or anything but I appreciate how she sells her words, not herself. She wears boxers and low jeans, and she's fit. She ends one of her freestyles with 'This game has just been sodomised - You even dream of beating me, you wake up and apologise.' AND she references Mortal Kombat in New York - 'I'm like Scorpion, bitch, I will finish you.' YES, definitely song of the day.



I’m running, running through the jungle, 
Running like a slave through the underground tunnel. 
Told y'all niggas that I'd get these bitches 
Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches. 
I am lyrical intrusion, 
You bitches can’t see me like I’m really an illusion. 
I hop upon your face and do my motherfucking two step 
Till I knock the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick. 
Ah, I’m nasty nigga, like Nas like Kim, like Cassie pictures, 
Like I’m fucking Chris Stokes or that Raz-B nigga 
Or the skin on the feet of a ashy nigga. 
I am whatever they say I am, 
Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at stadiums, 
Fuck them other bitches I sound better in the place of them, 
I kill this shit, this the motherfucking requiem.

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face 
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade, 
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts, 
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert. 

I run New York, I run New York. (x2)

I am zero past a hundred, spitting like a dragon 
That went missing from a dungeon. 
Y’all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing, 
Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee. 
I’m satan, and I’ma take your ass to church now, 
Running my fields and you midgets on your first down. 
I love it when these bitches know I’m better than them 
Cause I don’t hear, not a word or a letter from them. 
I’m a fire in the midst of a forest 'round bitches
And I rap elliptical orbits round bitches. 
Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, bitches 
And you bitches are lyrically 
Like some fucking down syndrome, no offence. 
No shame in all, but y’all bitches on knees like babies crawl. 
You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid. 
Yeah, I hear you, don’t talk bitch, do. 

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face 
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade, 
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts, 
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert. 

I run New York, I run New York (x2)

I’m lyrical and I'm general, 
Take shots, but never subliminal. 
Don’t stop, ever continual, running around 
But never in intervals, can't stomach the shit that I’m fine to do, 
Y’all niggas want the shit that I’m giving you, 
If you front, I’m gonn put an end to you. 
I’m like Scorpion, bitch, I will finish you. 
Making nasty, real, real nasty, 
Why you bitches running like you will get past me? 
Won’t happen, you bitches could get on, when I’m off it, 
Try to cross me now, you be going in a coffin. 
It’s just me, myself and I, 
Talk tough shit and I’ma beat you till you die, 
Ask why? Because I’m better than you’ll ever be 
That’s why my shit make your shit seem lighter than Heavy D. 

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face, 
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade, 
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts, 
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit in Covert. 

I run New York, I run New York. (x2)

Song Of The Day!

Today's banger is a new addition to my iPod - I had no idea before last week that Eliphino existed. I can't remember how I found him, perhaps related artists to Fantastic Mr Fox, Dauwd, e.t.c.? Anyway, everyone to whom (grammar win) I've showed this loved it so I figured WHY NOT POST IT? A great tune to put on when getting ready for a night out.