Example - Pedigree lyrics

[Verse 1:] Yo, yo, what? My rapping pedigree you'll never be, I'm steadily growing You can hear it when I'm flowing, so can I so why you telling me? Say I'm one of God's heavenly creatures, big facial features I'm flowing like some pensioners with broken urethras They're having a stress, see I'm pissing out these lyrics like my bladder's a mess And you had to confess, yes, you're very impressed "He's the finest Elliot since Eliot Ness" And you'd never have guessed that I'd be one of the fighters Surprises to rise from a scene where they don't pay attention to guys Who ain't living a crisis or been running advice Almost gave up cause I felt like I needed a license or something to rap Then I realised there's guys who've been shot who were crap When it comes to performing, I'm storming your stage With the rage of a bear that's escaped from its cage And ignoring the pricks that just moan, throwing sticks and the stones Who just sit there at home and a**ume that a label will call em, applaud em Arrive on their doorstep and sign them and sh** It takes pure hard graft, mate, you're having a laugh and a half So have a bath, Herbal Essence your mindset Polish your rhymes, yep, you're lacking in style Me? I'm sticking out my neck like a f**ing giraffe [Hook x2:] I'm just rapping for the sake of it, what you make of it? Usually I try and make a hit, so now you think I'm making sh**? Maybe it's the fact you're simply thinking f**ing hell It's a song about nothing, still he does it f**ing well [Verse 2:] Everybody looking for a piece of the pie But the pie said goodbye and I'll be fighting for scraps So I tightened the straps on my belt, hit the tarmac Finished the last lap, my very first season in rap There's reason to clap in the time that's elapsed I've been haps but I still ain't achieved what I wanted so back To the lab for a snack cause like Andy McNab There's more raw stories to tell Go the distance like Phileas Fogg Rapping back of the net sh** like I'm Didier Drog And in the silliest fog, you still see me coming Get attention, like Lily Allen's MySpace blog I'm chatting still, rapping ill, packing sk**s Bring the party like a bag of pills Standing on top of the hill Never tumbling down like Jack and Jill or a wagon wheel Spitting fire, you could say I know how a dragon feels Twenty quid eBay, my mixtape shifts for the kids And it ain't even mixed by a DJ Better with age, it's a fact bro You've gotten worse over the years like Westwood's rap show Put a finishing touch like who does the peaches You can't reach this, I'm top shelf material Deary, oh, deary old me Cheerio to the old lot, hallo EG [Hook x2]