Son Of Tha Culture Clash Lyrics

Urban Dance Squad Son Of Tha Culture Clash

Sick 'n tired bein' pushed around
tagged around, crapped 'n flacked around
know it sounds childish
wax girdle globe - still neglected
what is played and said people distracted
conservative alternative radio backed it
black radio takes it though no matter ones veto
a big question mark 'till it fades to go

Born, created, shaped in dilemma
fragments, segments from tha culture hammer
I stammer, so many times explain, define
line to line, rhyme to rhyme
educated fools tool a pen to push
my sounds examined - scepticism, boohs
fixated hated my crowd, heterogeneous
'cos heat flow from tha genius

An urban whisper gets a full pop scream
overrated while debated by tha pop scene
my music is a symbol of a jigsaw, see
can't help tha fact to be born in tha mid sixties

I'm just what I am, don't call me tha retro man
I'm tha son of tha culture clash
son of tha culture clash