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Delilah - No Identity lyrics
Check it out now 
 Hey hey troop style's hard to find 
 I sit where we sit it's time to go for mine 
 See I remain in place wit shit so funky 
 You could bite for days my shit remains crunchy 
 Good wit my own style droppin that 
 Looky Lou's all hokin but I stompin that 
 You's a c copycat now watch me take you thru to hell 
 Must be out lookin for biters in the big bad world 
 I am the one to take you higher 
 to liquidisation, heart and desire 
 Go 'head, light the fire, as I get smoke 
 There ain't a way to stop the madness when I go for broke 
Chorus:
 Aiyo kid, you must be kidding me 
 You're the epitome, of no identity 
 It's about what you say and how you say it 
 Now that's hardcore, time to settle the score 
 I'm fed up with the old shit, gimme some new shit 
 I won't sit, get off my grip 
 See I'm tired of these imitating gangsta clones 
 For them I got a slingshot, rotty's and stones 
 I come steppin on the scene, my Delinquent team, be here to elevate 
 Even the fakes should get their soul get 
 Rippin up your frame, it's the critical acclaim Delilah - No Identity - http://motolyrics.com/delilah/no-identity-lyrics.html
 Breakin you up, like the Buddha crank shrinks my brain 
 Cos there can be only one ?????, only one to rule 
 Bet the coon new G, witta steel that's new 
 Yet some won't like the way I strangle the mic, though 
 I won't funk the kids, can't fake the Gambino 
 Kid, you must be kidding me 
 It's a joke, why ya gotta be kidding me? 
 We're goin nowhere fast in this flavorless mess hall 
 Why can't you stand tall? Cos I heard a distress call 
Chorus (x2)
 Once again, I go fly thru the speaker 
 Your style suck, fuckin like a tweaker 
 One grain falls, the rest soon follow 
 Cos everybody knows (your wacked style's borrowed) 
 It seems everybody write they're OG killers 
 Everybody's flippin big-time dope dealers 
 (Versace) and Gucci, rollin big time lucci 
 Big ......, steady sellin out the real 
 Now oh damn, now look what I've done 
 wit the little bit of help from the rhymes I brung 
 You know who you are, don't front, just shoot hits 
 Delinquent it's in the house, to rock this shit 
Chorus (x2












