No Identity

Check it out now<br>Hey, hey, troop style`s hard to find<br>I sit where we sit, it`s time to go for mine<br>See I remain in place wit shit so funky<br>You could bite for days, my shit remains crunchy<br>Good wit my own style, droppin that<br>Looky Lou`s all hokin but I stompin that<br>You`s a c-copycat, now watch me take you thru to hell<br>Must be out lookin for biters in the big bad world<br>I, am, the one to take you higher<br>to liquidisation, heart and desire<br>Go `head, light the fire, as I get smoke<br>There ain`t a way to stop the madness when I go for broke<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Aiyo kid, you must be kidding me<br>You`re the epitome, of no identity<br>It`s about what you say and how you say it<br>Now that`s hardcore, time to settle the score<br><br>I`m fed up with the old shit, gimme some new shit<br>I won`t sit, get off my grip<br>See I`m tired of these imitating gangsta clones<br>For them I got a slingshot, rotty`s and stones<br>I come steppin on the scene, my Delinquent team, be here to elevate<br>Even the fakes should get their soul get<br>Rippin up your frame, it`s the critical acclaim<br>Breakin you up, like the Buddha crank shrinks my brain<br>Cos there can be only one ?????, only one to rule<br>Bet the coon new G, witta steel that`s new<br>Yet some won`t like the way I strangle the mic, though<br>I won`t funk the kids, can`t fake the Gambino<br>Kid, you must be kidding me<br>It`s a joke, why ya gotta be kidding me?<br>We`re goin nowhere fast in this flavorless mess hall<br>Why can`t you stand tall? Cos I heard a distress call<br><br>Chorus (x2)<br><br>Once again, I go fly thru the speaker<br>Your style suck, fuckin like a tweaker<br>One grain falls, the rest soon follow<br>Cos everybody knows (your wacked style`s borrowed)<br>It seems everybody write they`re OG killers<br>Everybody`s flippin big-time dope dealers<br>(Versace) and Gucci, rollin big time lucci<br>Big ......, steady sellin out the real<br><br>Now oh damn, now look what I`ve done<br>wit the little bit of help from the rhymes I brung<br><br>You know who you are, don`t front, just shoot hits<br>Delinquent it`s in the house, to rock this shit<br><br>Chorus (x2)