Westwood is a Twat Lyrics

Key:

L: Loz
R: The Ruf
B: Both

Intro
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[Tim Westwood: "Getting the session into E-F-X, with me, Westwood"]
[Eazy E: "Shut the fuck up"]
[Tim Westwood: "It's about that time"]
[Eazy E: "Get the fuck outta here"]

[Ice-T: "Prepare...for a true nightmare..."]

Verse 1
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B: Ahhhhhh...let's fuck it up now...
R: Cos enough is enough
L: Hear the lyrical assault from the brother called Ruf!
R: Shakin' up the scene cos no other would dare
B: Fuck Westwood!!!
R: We said it and meant it, now where's your DJ skills, man?
L: Your accent, for real man?
R: You don't slam, man
L: With your U.S. jams, man
R: Hip-hop forgotten as you follow your trends
L: Swingin' in the Jungle, where will it end?
R: Deny your culture with sad fake slang
And cling on, on American arses you hang
You don't impress me
L: You cannot test me
R: I'm runnin' round defences like I was George Best, see?
L: US copycats? We're no sad twats
R: So take that pow! in your face like Naseem
Can you battle that?
L: Nothin' but pure facts
R: We've shat on your credibility
L: Scene is small in the U.K
R: You don't support us
L: You just haunt us
R: Never will flaunt us
So what we gonna do, Loz?
L: Lyrical dissection
Got to find a cure for a weird infection!
R: Symptoms?
L: Kids, idolizing the wack, man
R: Brainwashed brothers seem to think that he's phat, man
Believin' all the jingles, he can't even scratch!
B: Mindbomb's better
R: Mark One now scratch the truth... [KRS: "Number One"]
B: He can't compare, so Westwood...

[Ice-T: "Prepare...for a true nightmare..."]

Verse 2
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L: Timmy Timmy Ha Timmy Ho I say
R: Please will you please play my records today?
L: People think you're phat
R: Most think you're dreadful
L: Kids walkin' around with a fucked up head full of
B: Misconceptions, false pretensions
L: Hip-hop's worldwide, not just American
R: Stop your skemes, I will not change
Or rap about guns just to get paid
B: Blade cuts deeper
R: Slowly bleedin'
UK rap dyin', nobody's heedin'Frank & Nancy Sinatra - Westwood is a Twat - http://motolyrics.com/frank-and-nancy-sinatra/westwood-is-a-twat-lyrics.html
The truths, the youth who put on voices
Actin' American
L: Big up your boyfriend
R: When I'm still sellin' records I know I'm rated
Sell many more, some people won't play this
You got to innovate cos if no-one cares
You better...

[Ice-T: "Prepare...for a true nightmare..."]

R: Cos you know what, Loz? Some people just can't handle this, man.
L: These people don't even know.
B: Listen party people as they drop the Mark One scratch...

[Eazy E: "Get the fuck outta here" scratch]

Verse 3
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B: Stop suckin' rappers cocks!
L: Enough is enough
R: It's makin' us vomit so we say
B: Fuck Westwood!!!
L: All over his guests like a teenage groupie
R: Obviously fake like Paul Daniels' toupe
L: Limited selections of platters that matter
R: Repetitive shit and their heads get battered
L: Over and over, play the same old tunes
R: We're underground demanded but there ain't no room for us
Discuss...
L: in a four page essay
R: Look at facts kids
L: Check the resume!
R: Quality
L: Quantity
R: Releases
L: Original
R: Turntable madness
L: Messages subliminal!
R: Technics shiver
L: Needles might break
R: Loz on the beat, now Ruf rhymes rate highly
L: Entirely
R: pure dope ability
L: Athletical
R: Verbal
L: Gymnastical
R: Agility
L: Shows get wrecked
R: Stages destroyed
B: Mindbomb professional
R: No weak-willed toys
Play at your peril
L: Westwood's too scared
R: He should...

[Ice-T: "Prepare...for a true nightmare..."]

[Rakim: "Get off the mic before it get too hot"]
[LL: "What I say is for real, this ain't la-la land"]

[Rakim: "Drop the mic"] [Rakim: "Don't waste your time"]
[Rakim: "Drop the mic"] [Rakim: "Don't waste your time"]
[Rakim: "Drop the mic"] [Rakim: "Don't waste your time"]
[Rakim: "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin' it"]

[Eazy E: "Shut the fuck up"]
[?: "Heard me on the radio, now the tables turned"]
[KRS: "You are wack"]
[Audio 2: "Tell you to your face, you ain't nothin' but a faker"]
[?: "You'll sit there, lookin' dumb, it seems you forgot where you came from"]
[Triple-M Bass: "I mean, how much can one country possibly take?!!!"]