Songtext Blah blah Lady Sovereign

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Verse 1:
I see the first priorities, are descussin me At Mickie D's at about half three What you munching on' A Quarter-pounder with cheese' Chatting about me and my abilities "Now S.O.V oh shit!""S.O.
V can't spit!" "S.O.V just quit!" Aw whatever don't talk wid ur mouth full bitch! That's right discussing me, it's all publicity Even if u can't stand me ur still dashing my name around the city it's all good though, publicity for free! White midget, uh huh might fidget Somebody just dialed my digits Is it for ur no one' Hmm... Is it' Flatter by the way that I use ur credit If you gonna say that im nobody Well, if im nobody then why are u ringing me'! U drained ur credit that's killing it Wow my style' U sure u aint feeling it' Chorus:Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
What we tell dem' In one ear and it comes stright out the other Repeating urself like u got a stutter Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
All ur words in my brain are turning into clutter Repeating urself like u got a stutter Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah Verse 2:
Yo People want to classify me as an Eminem White hair, what' Im a different kind of specimen Just because I be a white Caucasian Doesn't mean me and him are the same because One im not American Two im not a man Three I'm comin through a different kind of plan Set the facts straight cos I know that I can Will it ever wait cos I do the ultravan Categories I don't fit into any Why' Im wrote so many songs about many
Writing out more lines than Burberry Then it will be like a victim of a bully(spits) make you drink my saliva off the floor spit that spat when I walked in the door release my metaphor like oh blimey it's the white girl S.O.V! Chorus:Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
In one ear and it comes straight out the other Repeating urself like u got a stutter Wid all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah Blah blah blah blah blah blah
All ur words in my brain are turning into clutter Repeating urself like u got a stutter Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah Verse 3:
I know u don't boast about me over your Sunday roast Or mid-morning cheese on toast But when I found out you're talking it's all different you start squawking 'S.O.V I never said that!' 'S.O.V u know u aint wack' 'S.O.V I love your track' What the fuck you want bitch a pound in the bank' I'm blahbarian equals a soon to be bed friend From the bed friend comes the next blahbarian Then they only start caring when ur preparing the next big rythm That every damn kid's wearin and Oh god I got posh people swearing The rich, the poor, the snobs, the whores Oh dear Blahbarians galore! Chorus:Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
In 1 ear and it comes straight out the other Repeating urself like u got a stutter Wid all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
All ur words in my brain are turning into clutter Repeating urself like u got a stutter Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah