` Music && Soul v.31

Album Cover: Lady Sovereign - Public Warning
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Song Lyrics: Lady Sovereign - Blah Blah

I see the first priorities, are discussin' 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 your mouth full, bitch!
That’s right discussing me, it’s all publicity
Even if u can't stand me, your still dashing my name around the city
Its all good though, publicity for free!
White midget, uh huh, might fidget
Somebody just dialed my digits
Is it for your no one? Hmm... Is it?
Flatter by the way that I use your credit
If you gonna say that I'm nobody
Well, if I'm nobody then why are you ringing me?!
You drained your credit that’s killing it
Wow, my style? You sure you ain't feeling it?

[Chorus]:
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
What we tell 'dem? In one ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating yourself like you got a stutter
Wiv' all your mutter like, reh reh reh rah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
All your words in my brain are turning into clutter
Repeating yourself like you got a stutter
Wiv' all your mutter like, reh reh reh rah

Yo, people want to classify me as an Eminem
White hair, what? I'm a different kind of specimen
Just because I be a white Caucasian
Doesn’t mean me and him are the same because
One, I'm not American
Two, I'm 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 'cause I do the ultravan
Categories I don’t fit into any
Why? I'm 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!

[Repeat chorus]

I know you don't boast about me over your Sunday roast
Or mid-morning cheese on toast
But when I found out you’re talking
Its all different you start squawking
“S.O.V, I never said that!”
“S.O.V, you know you ain't whack”
“S.O.V, I love your track”
What the f**k you want bitch, a pat on the back?
I’m blahbarian equals a soon to be bed friend
From the bed friend comes the next blahbarian
Then they only start caring when your preparing the next big rhythm
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!

[Repear chorus]

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