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tactics - j-bruski lyrics

can′t f*ck with my clinical tactics
mix catenaccio with lyrical hat tricks
big time charlies be rapping like chaplin

slapstick rhymes sound faker than crabstick
played in the sh*te clubs like luke chadwick
forgot your lighter? hold up a matchstick
b*tton your lip and put on some chapstick
you’re planetary, man′s intergalactic
i practiced til i cracked it, then attacked it
i got match fit, celebrate with a backflip
no thoughts captive, my mind is active
if i draw short straw i’ll be sure to thatch it
immature, finish him!, it’s not a hand job, manicure
bland mcs face defeat like pedicure
beats and lyrical blows to the jaw
when the tune hits your ears, you know that′s amore
so let me tell you my story
born in the land of beppe signori
schlep to the land of hope and glory
when i arrived the people ignored me
meek and scrawny, i had to survive
half english, mash and pizza pie
bleak weeks passed by, finding my feet
rudeboys chased me down up the street
teenage years, sweet taste of beer
late night cheer was a new frontier
metal gear solid, homework, tv
channel five movies when you′re lonely
watched ali g, grew a sh*t goatee
got me some decks and dark garage beats
plucked up the courage, came out my sh*ll
needless to say my exams went well
heeded advice to get me a degree
red brick uni, eyes opening
over to ‘dam for seedless sticky
back to reality, working weeks
months and years start blending together
barely ascending the corporate ladder
marriage, baby, house and garage
dad life′s crazy, find how to manage
wouldn’t have it any other way
celebrate father′s day drinking cabernet
home cooked meals but they taste gourmet
fiat panda pon di driveway
lost my hair before it turned grey
aerodynamic, you could say
tune’s volcanic, makes you pulsate
red hot flow like menstruate
hey yo, i dealt with the derision
so when i spit it′s a decision
salivating pon di riddim
calibrating for precision
like i’m making an incision
who’s this riveting musician?
he′s a limited edition!
elevating my cognition
devastating with my vision
propagating my transmission
here′s the statement of my mission
educate like a technician
entertain like a magician
bag of tricks in composition
i’m dictating while you listen
keep abusing my position
to confuse the opposition
til it′s coming to fruition
oi what’s on television?
bob mortimer, gone fishing?
ok

- j bruski lyrics

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