Delinquent Habits - No Identity Lyrics

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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

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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

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

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