Hear No Bullshit (on Fire Mix) Lyrics - Chumbawamba

Ahhh, hear! Ahhh, hear! 

It's a figure of speech when some artists start to teach 

But when I start I teach and reach 

The hearts of people who really truly give a damn about music 

Whether that is a man or woman 

Book book book book book I could write a book about 

Wife who don't know where to teach like chalk (?) 

Or Tu Pac or Paris or the Rebel MC rapping stupid 

Just listen to me 

You may say that's another brother out to get money 

Well you're right 

I need money like honey 

But for the right thing when I rap and sing 

Not for jumping around the stage and showing the girls my black ding-a-ling 

Your image is based on your bodies 

Why you doing music? Is it just a hobby? 

These things are going on in the music industry 

Money, brain insane, fame fame, endlessly 

I can't take it no more, it's getting worse 

I'm getting well vexed listening to the second verse 

This song, you have to stop, look, and listen 

Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, diss 'em 

You think you're god's gift, you're a liar 

I wouldn't piss on you, if you were on fire 

(Repeat) 

You say Fusion, why you always like to cuss 

'Cause I can't change the world if I miss the bus 

Sorry, sorry, sorry, for the flavor of the month 

Criss Cross, Vanilla, Markey Mark and the Funky Bunch 

Markey Mark, surrounded by negroes 

You don't need blackies to be rap heroes 

Just brains and put 'em to the test 

Not a fourth damn small and a muscle-bound chest 

Criss Cross, what can I say? 

I hope your beat matures then your beats will stay 

Vanilla, huh! you sometimes ponder 

Ice, ice, baby, now he's the one hit wonder 

Credit, rough without a doubt 

Make you jump and shout, make the idiots shut their mouth 

Who says people the conscious lyrics 

And rappers the cats and evil spirits 

Me, because it needs to be said 

The plastic music has to drop down dead 

MC Fusion on a hip hop mission 

Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, diss 'em 

You think you're god's gift, you're a liar 

I wouldn't piss on you, if you were on fire 

(Repeat) 

Pom, pom, and the conscious woman 

I say the woman first 'cause it's always the man 

Respect due 'cause I said it before 

That women are the same, we don't need a war 

Mickety Mack this, Vanilla Ice that 

Markey Mark this, pretending that he's black 

Book book book book book it in your brain 

For doing those lyrics you must be insane 

And videos taking over MTV 

Twenty women one man, ha ha, reality, please! 

Don't even give me that crap 

There must have been some reason why they give you heart attack 

Love songs come straight from your heart 

Not from your ass, you liquor ass 

Fobbing us up with that cliche crap 

But the cliche crap is at the top of the map 

Or the charts, or whatever you want call it 

Stop it, before me drop it 

Listen to the radio, watching television 

The words that you speak, ha, diss 'em 

You think you're god's gift, you're a liar 

I wouldn't piss on you, if you were on fire 

(Repeat) 

Just a lizard tongue telling stories 

Now fire in your lick-spittle mouth