Tung. I just rediscovered an ancient, hidden part of my D:/ drive:
Pump it up, homeboy.
In a riot
I know you like it
My record sales tell me that you won't wanna buy it
Sell out a big show and cause media panic
While the A&R men say we still don't have it
'Cos it's all about marketing strategy
A new record label policy
That says 'music cannot ever be
so challenging to the whole industry'
There were political lies
And American ties
Spend your heard-earned money just to hear me whine
About saving the world
And saving the girl
'Cos Mary Jane might send me to jail
The feelings you feel when a friend leaves this world and dies
Those are the feelings that I must try to hide
Now for good times I've got to stand here and lie
And tell you how I think you should live your own lives.
Pump it up, Homeboy.
I'll work hard for years,
Play hard for years
Drink all the beer and sell drugs for years
So you could say that my lyrics are real
That I should succumb when you ask me to kneel.
Now I don't wanna be a rap superstar
Living large
I want a small house
And I don't wanna car.
I wanna bounce in my own studio
With no-one to tell me just where to go.
I'm a liar
A big fat liar
Can't hear the truth
If I think you're fake, you're fine.
Never took your life
Never took control
I don't wanna scream out 'Word to ya mom!'
Like Nasty Nick off of Big Brother
Make you all my friends and play you off against each other.
I'm a badmouth
And I'm a sellout
And I don't even know what this song's about.
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All COMPLETELY tongue-in-cheek (they even had DJ FUBU ffs
), sung by stoned and VERY drunk yorkshiremen.
Tung were great...In a completely-terrible-and-not-caring way.
Tung, Cicatrice, Machine Made Man...Flying the flag for DIY UK rap/metal at the turn of the millenium.
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