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  • 作词 : J. Gardner/Example/Alla Sirenko/E. Gleave
    作曲 : J. Gardner/Alla Sirenko/E. Gleave
    You Can't Rap (Version )-Example
    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 bro
    And go and play guitar
    Of all the possibilities I ever could chosen
    Supposing career wise I'd picked Hip Hop
    Imagine all the tip top rapper's bottom lips drop
    Sitting there shocked that some other bloody sh*t hot
    Dude with a mullet bussin shorts
    Wearing flip flops
    Is spitting to a gathering looking like a criss cross
    Of fans loving Prodigy
    Kylie and Slipknot
    Nearly coulda happened bro
    Look at me I sh*t not
    Little Elliot rhymes for the hell of it
    If only he was ghetto mans
    Maybe we would sell a bit
    I tried hard to dig 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
    Bro 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 baby shambles
    F**k myself up real properly like Pete Doherty
    Cover of heat I'm hot property
    Everybody's clocking me I own the crowd
    Then I gotta link me up with a girls aloud
    Next exchange vows now my pop's is proud
    There's a nine on my cloud
    I'm as pleased as I ever been bro
    Mans flash like Jose Mourinho
    Women crave me like bottles of pinot
    Now I've got big I can fight photographers
    Bang the obvious please biographers
    Spend currency 'til 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
    Bro 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 spin when they grin with skin like Darth Sidious
    Never out-riddle this
    All chattin'gibberish
    Verbal diarrhea so you're never getting rid of this
    I 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
    Bro and go and play guitar
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : J. Gardner/Example/Alla Sirenko/E. Gleave
    [00:00.000] 作曲 : J. Gardner/Alla Sirenko/E. Gleave
    [00:00.00]You Can't Rap (Version )-Example
    [00:10.915]You can't rap my friend
    [00:12.629]You're white and you're from Fulham
    [00:15.399]Please put down the mic
    [00:17.556]There's no way you can fool them
    [00:20.429]Don't be stupid you won't get that far
    [00:25.380]Turn your back on Hip Hop bro
    [00:27.668]And go and play guitar
    [00:30.427]Of all the possibilities I ever could chosen
    [00:32.995]Supposing career wise I'd picked Hip Hop
    [00:35.583]Imagine all the tip top rapper's bottom lips drop
    [00:38.98]Sitting there shocked that some other bloody sh*t hot
    [00:40.707]Dude with a mullet bussin shorts
    [00:42.331]Wearing flip flops
    [00:43.166]Is spitting to a gathering looking like a criss cross
    [00:45.703]Of fans loving Prodigy
    [00:46.643]Kylie and Slipknot
    [00:48.84]Nearly coulda happened bro
    [00:49.475]Look at me I sh*t not
    [00:50.771]Little Elliot rhymes for the hell of it
    [00:53.151]If only he was ghetto mans
    [00:54.431]Maybe we would sell a bit
    [00:55.683]I tried hard to dig up the credentials
    [00:57.995]Even thought about putting gold in my dentals
    [01:00.719]An Anglo Saxon with a broken accent
    [01:03.66]But rappers from Fulham get a strange reaction
    [01:05.887]I said bye to Rap saw the issue at hand
    [01:08.283]Some guitar lessons later formed my own band
    [01:11.07]You can't rap my friend
    [01:13.163]You're white and you're from Fulham
    [01:15.907]Please put down the mic
    [01:18.139]There's no way you can fool them
    [01:20.991]Don't be stupid you won't get that far
    [01:26.15]Turn your back on Hip Hop
    [01:27.927]Bro and go and play guitar
    [01:31.123]Attention seeking how far should a man go
    [01:33.646]Cut his ear off like Vincent Van Gogh
    [01:36.227]Dash cash to the crowd so the venue scrambles
    [01:38.743]Turn my good life into a baby shambles
    [01:41.329]F**k myself up real properly like Pete Doherty
    [01:44.37]Cover of heat I'm hot property
    [01:46.245]Everybody's clocking me I own the crowd
    [01:48.752]Then I gotta link me up with a girls aloud
    [01:51.309]Next exchange vows now my pop's is proud
    [01:53.787]There's a nine on my cloud
    [01:55.135]I'm as pleased as I ever been bro
    [01:56.761]Mans flash like Jose Mourinho
    [01:58.625]Women crave me like bottles of pinot
    [02:01.487]Now I've got big I can fight photographers
    [02:03.923]Bang the obvious please biographers
    [02:06.431]Spend currency 'til there ain't none left
    [02:08.915]And when I need more I'll fake my own death
    [02:11.675]You can't rap my friend
    [02:13.727]You're white and you're from Fulham
    [02:16.595]Please put down the mic
    [02:18.761]There's no way you can fool them
    [02:21.643]Don't be stupid
    [02:24.151]You won't get that far
    [02:26.667]Turn your back on Hip Hop
    [02:28.575]Bro and go and play guitar
    [02:31.723]Right now it's just hit and miss
    [02:33.147]Soon I'll taste a bit of bliss
    [02:34.406]Banging chicks at worst with looks like Jayne Middlemiss
    [02:36.471]Never doing hideous
    [02:37.996]It's too bad for business
    [02:39.382]I spin when they grin with skin like Darth Sidious
    [02:41.871]Never out-riddle this
    [02:43.80]All chattin'gibberish
    [02:44.256]Verbal diarrhea so you're never getting rid of this
    [02:46.880]I hear your retorts
    [02:48.132]There's all sorts like liquorice
    [02:49.464]I can sense your bitterness
    [02:50.499]You wishing you written this
    [02:52.27]You can't rap my friend
    [02:54.211]You're white and you're from Fulham
    [02:57.127]Please put down the mic
    [02:59.172]There's no way you can fool them
    [03:02.92]Don't be stupid you won't get that far
    [03:07.38]Turn your back on Hip Hop
    [03:08.931]Bro and go and play guitar