UB 40
"Hip Hop Lyrical Robot"

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Can you dig it, alright I can dig it

Cause i`m your hip hop lyrical robot and a red cool cat

Yes i`m your hip hop lyrical robot and a red cool cat



I want the girls to hear me rap

Cause this mc has got the nack

I`m your body-popping shell shocking

Girls hocking eye popping lick me all over like a lollipop

I`m your juicy fruit

Alright, alright, alright



I said hey white man, indian or black

I`m your number 1 mc and that`s a fact

I`m a goodloocking, girl hooking outstanding

Mile chatting lyrical shock attack

All mcs freeze there on the spot

One false move and you must get drop

I`m always devastating, fascinating

Videmaking, pinstaking, watch it man i`m hot



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Its a struggle in life when your skin is black

The system is designed to hold you back

How s`ya do shle hands on the shoulder a pat

One love to my face then a stab in the back

Seven points in snooker when you put down the black

But I still thank God for the little I got



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I don`t stop rapping to the musical beat

And i`m in the mood to turn you on

In the groove that's so complete

Wind you hips, shake your body

Or clap you hands even stamp your feet

Just like a bed that's just been spread

You know i`m neat, neat, neat

Just like a tap that`s running hot

Man can`t you feel the heat

Not just now but every minute every hour

Everyday and every week



I don`t give a hoot for loot and shoot

Or prostitutes in skin tight suits

Standing on the corner

They call their beat

I`m not a pimp drug pusher

Gambler or even theif

To the teachers I will preach

And to the teachers I will teach

Cause i`m a hip hop lyrical robot

That is why so unique

Well police and theives are playing

The game of hide and seek

When an imformer gives imformation

Then it's called a leak

I jail your a number ruled by govenor

Screws keep you under, wanna see you blunder

When they say sit just take a seat

And when they say food it`s time to eat

If a screw says nigger I don`t answer

Yes sir, no sir three bags full sir

Sometimes inmates would even call me a growler

Me a growler, i`m no growler



(chorus)



Well i`m a hip hop lyrical robot

I don`t stop rapping to the musical beat



Well i`m a hip hop lyrical robot and a red cool cat