A Sweet Little Dis Lyrics

A Sweet Little Dis lyrics

The era's abuse saturates, Hip Hop degraded to commercial and cafe background
music.
Reviews are only a first impression, a last-minute job before the
deadline.
Those who sit comfortably in a V.I.P. room corner, power eating
maggots sustaining on journalism.
Sobre Otaku, a garbage heap, hanging about
the DJ booth waiting to be recognised.
Have you ever created a single snare
beat? Do you understand at least one element?
You have opened Pandora's box,
don't sleep, crappy critic, part-time working minnow.
Scrath DJs only scrath,
dancers only dance, gather round a suntan salon once a week.
Empty women,
after the class, on the floor, made to sleep with the teacher on top of the
monthly fee.
THe flattered single pumping artist, that interview was a
good,
Ignorant to the fear of dark thoughts, children are always
happy.
Next, you bilingual sellouts on FM can no longer boast about Hip
Hop.
With your "chekkiraa's" just like a black rapper extradited to Japanese
shores.
It's only the number that's increased, don't bullshit about 'the
scene'.
A contest, auditon, convention, such things don't keep you safe on
snowly roads.

I'm the one in Japan 2 shots 3 killed, there are also some
cats who deserve my respect.
Reckless graff writers and breakers, skaters and
their resistance.
Full of wit, dogmatic and deranged, and the clone that a
dart has pointed out.
Behind each boom, the enriched brokers, promoters, ad
agenicies.
My industry up the dark end of every arrangement, exchanging
e-maik addresses at the counter.
Those who manipulate this month's top 10,
watch out, another commercial deal.
Unlike stamp-collector wannabe rappers,
we elaborate on different kinds of accidents.
An inventor of in house power
gererators, we are in the North, not sneaking nor hiding, speaking
from 12
inches.
Two questions for the editors, I don't care what the original break
is,
Tell me your favourite song; please tell me what it says.
They say we
are being modest, this is the official answer to your solicitude.
The sullen
duo from Hokkaido, from the start we hold back for no one.

A Japanese
Will Smith? yeah right, just a cheap comedy after all, yeah yeah.
The
tabloid uncovers the sell-outs, I stick with what the ideal rapper should
be.
Accessing the cerebrum day and night, handle the rumours, tame the
haters.
Nameless critics prattle on the web, I'm here to answer you.
Your
commentary on "Jidai wa Kawaru", making fun of our pain.
We can see it all
through, you are shunning change.
With a triple X dis and one love, with 100
honesty we keep on battling.
My Hip Hop is what you threw away that day, not
'mass' but 'core', 'tight' and 'rough'.