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I say first priorities, are discussing me
At Macy is at about half three
What you munching on?
Ur Quarter-pounder with cheese?
Chatting about me and my abilities
Now S.O.V you wish!
S.O.V can't speak!
S.O.V just quit!
Aw whatever don?t talk with your mouth full!
That's right discussing me, it?s all publicity
Even if you don't like me your still dashing my name around the city
Its all good though, blup blup publicity for free!
White midget, a huh might fidget
Somebody just dialed my digits
Is it for your nan? Ha! Is it? Flatter for the way that you use your credit
If you go say I'm nobody
Well if I'm nobody then why are you ringing me?!
You drained your credit that's filling it
Wow my style, you sure your not feeling it?

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What we tell them? In one ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating yourself like you got a stutter
With all your mutter like
Why do we ever suffer? I dunno
All your words in my brain turning into clutter
Repeating yourself like you got a stutter
With all your mutter like

People want to classify me as an Eminem
What hear 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 come into with a different kind of plan
Setting the facts straight cos I know that I can
Will it ever wait cos I do the ultravan
Categories I don't fit into any
Why? I'm onto top the stars many
Writing out more lines than Burberry
Then it will be like a victim of 20
(spits)
Make them drink my saliva off the floor
That spit not spat
When I walked in the door
Release my metaphor
Like cor blimey its the while girl ess oh vee!

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Yo listen up
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
SOV I never said that!?
SOV you know you ain't white?
SOV I love your track?
Well what you want bitch a pound in d bank?
I?m varying cos I'm soon to be beg friend
From the bed friend comes the next blahbarian
They only start caring when your preparing the next big riddem
That gets the kids
And Oh god I got posh people swearing
The rich (ch-ching) the poor the snobs the whores
Oh dear Blahbarians galore!

Shut up! in 1 ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating yourself like you got a stutter
With all your mutter like
Why do we ever suffer?
All your words in my brain turning into clutter
Repeating yourself like you got a stutter
With all your mutter like