Example - You Can't Rap lyrics
[Example - You Can't Rap lyrics]
You can't rap my friend
You're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic
There's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you won't get that far
Turn your back on hip hop, bruv
And go and play guitar
Of all the possibilities I
Ever could've chosen
Supposing career wise, I picked hip hop
Imagine all the tip-top
Rappers' bottom lips drop
Sitting there shocked
There's some other bloody shit hot
Dude with a mullet
Bussin' shorts wearing flip-flops
Spitting to a gathering
Looking like a criss-cross
Of fans loving Prodigy, Kylie, and Slipknot
Nearly could've happened
Bruv look at me I shit not
Little Elliot rhymes for the hell of it
If only he was ghetto mans
Maybe he would sell a bit
I tried hard to big up the credentials
Even thought about putting gold in my dentals
An Anglo-Saxon with a broken accent
But rappers from Fulham get
A strange reaction
I said bye to rap, saw the issue at hand
Some guitar lessons later, formed my own band
You can't rap my friend
You're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic
There's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you won't get that far
Turn your back on hip hop, bruv
And go and play guitar
Attention seeking, how far should a man go?
Cut his ear off like Vincent van Gogh
Dash cash to the crowd so the venue scrambles
Turn my good life into a Babyshambles
Fuck myself up real properly
Like Pete Doherty
Cover of Heat, I'm hot property
Everybody's clocking me, I own the crowd
Then I've gotta link me up with a Girls Aloud
Next exchange vows, now my pops is proud
There is a nine on my cloud
I'm as please, d as I ever been, bro
Man's flash like José Mourinho
Women crave me like bottles of Pinot
Now I've got big, I can fight photographers
Bang the obvious, please, biographers
Spend currency till there ain't none left
And when I need more I'll fake my own death
You can't rap my friend
You're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic
There's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you won't get that far
Turn your back on hip hop, bruv
And go and play guitar
Right now it's just hit-and-miss
Soon I'll taste a bit of bliss
Banging chicks at worst with
Looks like Jayne Middlemiss
Never doing hideous
It's too bad for business
I'll spin when they grin with
Skin like Darth Sidious
Never out-riddle this, all chatting gibberish
Verbal diarrhoea
So you're never getting rid of this
Hear your retorts
There's all sorts like liquorice
I can sense your bitterness
You wishing you written this
You can't rap my friend
You're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic
There's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you won't get that far
Turn your back on hip hop, bruv
And go and play guitar
You're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic
There's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you won't get that far
Turn your back on hip hop, bruv
And go and play guitar
Of all the possibilities I
Ever could've chosen
Supposing career wise, I picked hip hop
Imagine all the tip-top
Rappers' bottom lips drop
Sitting there shocked
There's some other bloody shit hot
Dude with a mullet
Bussin' shorts wearing flip-flops
Spitting to a gathering
Looking like a criss-cross
Of fans loving Prodigy, Kylie, and Slipknot
Nearly could've happened
Bruv look at me I shit not
Little Elliot rhymes for the hell of it
If only he was ghetto mans
Maybe he would sell a bit
I tried hard to big up the credentials
Even thought about putting gold in my dentals
An Anglo-Saxon with a broken accent
But rappers from Fulham get
A strange reaction
I said bye to rap, saw the issue at hand
Some guitar lessons later, formed my own band
You can't rap my friend
You're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic
There's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you won't get that far
Turn your back on hip hop, bruv
And go and play guitar
Attention seeking, how far should a man go?
Cut his ear off like Vincent van Gogh
Dash cash to the crowd so the venue scrambles
Turn my good life into a Babyshambles
Fuck myself up real properly
Like Pete Doherty
Cover of Heat, I'm hot property
Everybody's clocking me, I own the crowd
Then I've gotta link me up with a Girls Aloud
Next exchange vows, now my pops is proud
There is a nine on my cloud
I'm as please, d as I ever been, bro
Man's flash like José Mourinho
Women crave me like bottles of Pinot
Now I've got big, I can fight photographers
Bang the obvious, please, biographers
Spend currency till there ain't none left
And when I need more I'll fake my own death
You can't rap my friend
You're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic
There's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you won't get that far
Turn your back on hip hop, bruv
And go and play guitar
Right now it's just hit-and-miss
Soon I'll taste a bit of bliss
Banging chicks at worst with
Looks like Jayne Middlemiss
Never doing hideous
It's too bad for business
I'll spin when they grin with
Skin like Darth Sidious
Never out-riddle this, all chatting gibberish
Verbal diarrhoea
So you're never getting rid of this
Hear your retorts
There's all sorts like liquorice
I can sense your bitterness
You wishing you written this
You can't rap my friend
You're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic
There's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid, you won't get that far
Turn your back on hip hop, bruv
And go and play guitar