Urban Dance Squad
No Kid

This is all about music how to use it, they call it songs
if a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong
while remington raps on, coming on strong
critics let their face grow long
face my music for once - I doubt if you can
you've been brainwashed too much as a public man

This is no kid

T.V.'s your pet - your radioset, I scan
popular music gives crapjams
you've been blinded, narrowminded
you know rap is big with the crowds - nothing's behind it
they just dance if they like it, so they clock it
don't be misled by my size when I rock it

This is no kid

Mr. top-50 biznizman talking so slick
don't like our kinda music so he gives us the pip
why a lie - rappers only flip their lip
both sides of the globe call this music hip
still knocking on doors of pop - to make discs
while big men fake it with crapoid artists
discotheques' answer ain't raps - they ask for
a quick jam, pay wannabees, a few plaster
just think you're a master with your ghettoblaster
pipedreams about gold, but big men go faster
but you've hyped the type of music that holds you in a grip
when you pay this critics give it a miss
dissin' the circuit - you say 'why, what this is !'
'cos you rock like a kid
I gotta do it right

This is no kid

Absorbing the words, it's absurd
people go with the crowd like a herd
the bits, the music, the whole words
copy the style without own effort
if they are the herd, then I must be the herdman
inventing fresh jams - firsthand
you said it was nothing, not worth a damn
too hard, too noisy, my show a five or ten
but the mediamen clap their hands
now you wonder, guess how we did the good hook
it's the guitar, dj, bass, the drummer's foot
crumb up y'all, you never get these roots

This is no kid


Mirror lyrics:

This is no kid

crumb up y'all, you never get these roots
it's the guitar, dj, bass, the drummer's foot
now you wonder, guess how we did the good hook
but the mediamen clap their hands
too hard, too noisy, my show a five or ten
you said it was nothing, not worth a damn
inventing fresh jams - firsthand
if they are the herd, then I must be the herdman
copy the style without own effort
the bits, the music, the whole words
people go with the crowd like a herd
Absorbing the words, it's absurd

This is no kid

I gotta do it right
'cos you rock like a kid
dissin' the circuit - you say 'why, what this is !'
when you pay this critics give it a miss
but you've hyped the type of music that holds you in a grip
pipedreams about gold, but big men go faster
just think you're a master with your ghettoblaster
a quick jam, pay wannabees, a few plaster
discotheques' answer ain't raps - they ask for
while big men fake it with crapoid artists
still knocking on doors of pop - to make discs
both sides of the globe call this music hip
why a lie - rappers only flip their lip
don't like our kinda music so he gives us the pip
Mr. top-50 biznizman talking so slick

This is no kid

don't be misled by my size when I rock it
they just dance if they like it, so they clock it
you know rap is big with the crowds - nothing's behind it
you've been blinded, narrowminded
popular music gives crapjams
T.V.'s your pet - your radioset, I scan

This is no kid

you've been brainwashed too much as a public man
face my music for once - I doubt if you can
critics let their face grow long
while remington raps on, coming on strong
if a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong
This is all about music how to use it, they call it songs


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