[00:01.19]I’m no good; yes I’m no good,
[00:02.93]Let me tell you no good, girl I’m no good,
[00:06.38]I’m no good for nothing
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[00:11.18]Problematic child from a god abandoned isle,
[00:15.70]Where Hip Hop is like a convict on a standing trial,
[00:17.72]Dropping havoc I’ll rock the planet wild,
[00:20.01]Till they shoot me in a movie, Hong Kong combatant style,
[00:23.29]Plastic rapping and disposable culture,
[00:25.45]Poet or solider, falter and get thrown to the vultures,
[00:28.33]We wear our scars like a badge of honour sewn in the shoulder,
[00:30.59]Cross the unknown, rock alone like the coast of Gibraltar,
[00:33.52]Looking over my shoulder, radio and payola,
[00:36.21]Keep us alien on air like being flown by Travolta,
[00:38.99]Flow with a vocal assault of the microphone and controller,
[00:41.73]Harder to handle than a loaded revolver coated with sulphur,
[00:44.73]You in a house made of glass throwing a boulder,
[00:47.17]But never see the light of day car like car motors on solar,
[00:49.87]Going for broke don’t mean you’re going broke for the culture,
[00:52.54]We’d hang ourselves given rope and pergola
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[00:55.09]I’m no good; yes I’m no good,
[00:57.43]Let me tell you no good, girl I’m no good,
[01:00.22]I’m no good for nothing,
[01:01.61]And I might be no good but when I seize the mic,
[01:03.73]I can spit it like, like
[01:04.99]I’m no good; yes I’m no good,
[01:08.35]Let me tell you no good, girl I’m no good,
[01:10.91]I’m no good for nothing,
[01:11.96]And I might be no good but when I seize the mic,
[01:14.51]I can spit it like, like
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[01:16.12]Beast of burden, carry the weight,
[01:19.76]I got divorced from reality to marry the break,
[01:22.26]In a bally and cape, I get carried away,
[01:25.19]Like a cadaver on a battlefield, make barriers break,
[01:27.99]Man my chariot waits; I can’t stay for the gala,
[01:30.59]Music is dead, fame’s alive Lady Gaga,
[01:35.05]They complain about the drama go,
[01:36.57]Play the martyr role better than Mohammed Atta,
[01:40.16]Suffa, grimy as Calcutta,
[01:41.71]Beat you single-handed like Def Leppard’s drummer,
[01:44.84]I’m about to blow like meth on the cooker,
[01:47.26]Leaving me with the mic’s like leaving pets with the butcher,
[01:50.42]Don’t put a foot wrong, think for a good long minute,
[01:53.60]Shut your mouth, put a foot-long in it,
[01:55.35]You’re dealing with one of the best to bust so,
[01:58.99]Tyler Durden, don’t beat yourself up bro
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[02:03.31]I’m no good; yes I’m no good,
[02:05.49]Let me tell you no good, girl I’m no good,
[02:08.08]I’m no good for nothing,
[02:09.17]And I might be no good but when I seize the mic,
[02:11.91]I can spit it like, like
[02:13.69]I’m no good; yes I’m no good,
[02:16.27]Let me tell you no good, girl I’m no good,
[02:18.83]I’m no good for nothing,
[02:19.96]And I might be no good but when I seize the mic,
[02:22.90]I can spit it like, like
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