Skinnyman – Fuck The Hook lyrics

i dont wanna blow up, throughout every era ive been here
so far the underground circuit has been fair
the home of hip hop,
can you say youve been there?
if homes where the heart is then hip hop lives right here
im from uk to you that might seem rare
im steppin up now to make sure i seem clear
in every council estate weve got pure talent
noone dont care because we're seen as a challange
i suppose were never be the balance that their lookin
they wanna dilute the realness that thing their hookin
most A&R cats ive ever met was all shookin
im lost for words if they dont bring a chequebook in
im livin in a place so you can get your life took in
for our steppin, for kids thatll blast weapons
pull up at the light theyll have ya have you out in half seconds
think your rough hang around if your ass reckons
dont have to look for trouble, trouble itll find ya,
dont turn around itll be right behind ya,
then september the 11th will remind ya,
nobody aint too major or minor
if your bruck an the streets are in a brand new recliner
grab ya dicks an girls rub ya vagina,
pay the pound ill provide the punchliner
might look young but im a real old timer,
been around ever since the days of boogie down
you can check my reseme the evidence can be found,
forever been blessing eloquence over sound
before we had the lino for spinnin underground
since then shits changed man, shits gone down
but were still gettin down to the same old sound. It's hip hop
that good shit for rockin the crowd
where there aint no space for mistakes allowed
i feel proud when i leave a crowd cryin for more
this year im really thinkin bout tryin a tour
is hip hop worth dying for? if your lifes on the line and your only crime is being poor,
this time around i feel i want more
i wanna see my sons future set secure
without havin to go out an start breakin the law
im sick of being sat in the flat shut in the drawer
im sick of watchin every day come and go by, tellin titch and fatboy, hold ya head high.
see others come and go, and seein their mothers cry, sayin why did my boy have to die?
and still we'll try
as others might choose to get high
but we must up rise through to get by
it dont take too much to figure out the facts about, whos bringin in all the coke and the crack
this week a 82 year old got her throat slashed in the flats by some cats lookin cash for they crack
and we're the kids whose left facing the facts
now yoovs are looking mobiles to match their straps,
like fashion, everybodys ready for the action
ready for the mashin and thugging it with a passion
only takes two egos to start clashin, bullets start flyin then the blood'll start splashin
social rage is really climaxing
everyday i see it getting worse by a fraction
droughts for the weed, but 'nuff of that crack ting,
nobody round here aint gunna be relaxin
and this aint a whites or a blacks ting
its if youre livin on the council flats and all of that ting
they got us on the lab rat ting,
and its funny to me how it's illegal all of that ting
so im jus gunna keep-a rappin,
you lot keep ya neck snap in and fuck the hook,
come on fuck the hook
fuck the hook, come on fuck the hook,
say fuck the hook
come on fuck the hook, fuck the hook..