Lyrics My Sperm - Ghetts

My Sperm

So, we’re doing it real big right now
You know what I’m talking about
But do you find everybody-
Well these are people that are really putting joints out
Sounds like Ghetto (No)
Everyone
(Yeah, I’m saying it’s like-) everyone
(Nah, I’m saying-) UK sounds like Ghetts
(Yeah, because what-)
Always a Ghetts wannabe
A Ghetts- soundalike, a mini Ghetts
What is that, Ghetts?
(Parring a lot of guys)
Have you got a lot of children out there or something?
(No, haha, I don’t know, DNA’s running wild)
Nowadays, every MCs got me in 'em
Not one, not two, not three of them
Looks like an army of me when I’m seeing them
Can’t be G but it’s G in them
There must be a place where MCs get my DNA
And I ain’t never heard «thanks»
2000 & Life was a sperm bank
I gave you flows, ideas and more
How could you think that I fear the war?
I was technical light years before
Last year, man said I’m overly lyrical
Now, they wanna try and multi with syllables
Going on like my ideas are yours
When I was on Déjà, right near the door
I was every MC’s worst nightmare
Now man are going on like they don’t know the scores
Oh my lord
G-H, I be so hardcore
Raw, send a soundboy to the morgue
I only war when I’m bored
Or when I got a CD going in stores
I was on tour, 2004
When I came back, you know the rest got ignored
I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm
I’m the mastermind behind a lot of guys, my sperm
I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm
I’m the mastermind behind a lot of guys, it’s my turn
If you think you heard my style
You ain’t because I’m versatile
Even if you found the blueprint, you couldn’t search the files
MCs are copying me
Nobody’s stopping them, see
Flows, I got a lot of them
Them man are thieves
Oi, sound alike
Something ain’t sounding right
Sounds like a sound of mine
But the fans ain’t clock because I left that sound behind
They’re trying to find their self but all you found is I
And you ain’t even around the guy
Let me know when your album’s priced
I’m getting a
I know you ain’t got no lyrics
That don’t sound like I ghost writ it
My wordplay and my flow, riddim
My swagger on the stage, my whole image
There’s no limit
If you’re identical, not sensible
I’ll end it all
G-H, the real G-H
Which means I be what none of these ain’t
If you wanna use something I’ve create
Best thing to do, tell me straight
You can burrow it
Taste it but don’t swallow it
For Pete’s sake
You man still repeat 8s
It’s gonna be obvious if you’re using my style
I’m abusing my child
I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm
I’m the mastermind behind a lot of guys, my sperm
I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm
I’m the mastermind behind a lot of guys, it’s my turn
If you think you heard my style
You ain’t because I’m versatile
Even if you found the blueprint, you couldn’t search the files
MCs are copying me
Nobody’s stopping them, see
Flows, I got a lot of them
Them man are thieves
Who’s saying I’m celibate?
I got so many kids in this game I might start claiming benefits
A lot of them are still bottle-fed
I feed them when I’m squeezing
I don’t wanna keep on reading
But I’m releasing that potent semen
It’s the season
Twins, triplets even
Quadruplets, I do this
Meaning, when it comes to music I’m achieving
Imitations, the best form of flattery, keep patting me
When my sperm wanna battle me
I be like, «son, go to your room», reality check
Check reality
Don’t be mad at me
Hahaha
Some used to say I sound like Kane
Until I found my way
I don’t agree with them
The other day, I got given a tape from back then
Me, Kane over MAC-10
And that’s when I realised, you can easily tell the difference
No one carried me
We’re both fucked, that’s the only similarity
I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm
I’m the mastermind behind a lot of guys, my sperm
I gave a lot of artists life, my sperm
I’m the mastermind behind a lot of guys, it’s my turn
If you think you heard my style
You ain’t because I’m versatile
Even if you found the blueprint, you couldn’t search the files
MCs are copying me
Nobody’s stopping them, see
Flows, I got a lot of them
Them man are thieves
Them man are thieves
Them man are thieves
It feels- it feels like my sperm
Too many ladies, you know
(Not even my yout, you’re my sperm)
Yeah
You’re right
If you’re 10 o’clock, then we do apologise
You dun know
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