Hip Hop Lyrical Robot Lyrics - Ub40

[Chorus] 

Can you dig it, alright I can dig it 

Cause I'm your hip hop lyrical robot and a red cool cat 

Yes I'm your hip hop lyrical robot and a red cool cat 

I want the girls to hear me rap 

Cause this mc has got the nack 

I'm your body-popping shell shocking 

Girls hocking eye popping lick me all over like a lollipop 

I'm your juicy fruit 

Alright, alright, alright 

I said hey white man, Indian or black 

I'm your number 1 M-C and that's a fact 

I'm a good locking, girl hooking outstanding 

Mile chatting lyrical shock attack 

All M-C's freeze there on the spot 

One false move and you must get drop 

I'm always devastating, fascinating 

Videmaking, pinstaking, watch it man I'm hot 

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Its a struggle in life when your skin is black 

The system is designed to hold you back 

how s'ya do shle hands on the shoulder a pat 

One love to my face then a stab in the back 

Seven points in snooker when you put down the black 

But I still thank God for the little I got 

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I don't stop rapping to the musical beat 

And I'm in the mood to turn you on 

In the groove that's so complete 

Wind you hips, shake your body 

Or clap you hands even stamp your feet 

Just like a bed that's just been spread 

You know I'm neat, neat, neat 

Just like a tap that's running hot 

Man can't you feel the heat 

Not just now but every minute every hour 

Everyday and every week 

I don't give a hoot for loot and shoot 

Or prostitutes in skin tight suits 

Standing on the corner 

They call their beat 

I'm not a pimp drug pusher 

Gambler or even thief 

To the teachers I will preach 

And to the teachers I will teach 

Cause I'm a hip hop lyrical robot 

That is why so unique 

Well police and thieves are playing 

The game of hide and seek 

When an informer gives information 

Then its called a leak 

I jail your a number ruled by governor 

Screws keep you under, want to see you blunder 

When they say "Sit" just take a seat 

And when they say "food" it's time to eat 

If a screw says "Nigger" I don't answer 

Yes sir, no sir three bags full sir 

Sometimes inmates would even call me a growler 

Me a growler, I'm no growler 

[Chorus] 

Well I'm a hip hop lyrical robot 

I don't stop rapping to the musical beat 

Well I'm a hip hop lyrical robot and a red cool cat