Oblique Brown - Thoroughbred lyrics

[Verse 1] Rap labels polish pebbles and dim diamonds So tell 'em quit spittin' and stick to bling rhymin' I'm you times ten, times ten them dudes you miming Dudes is hype-men, hymen soft and a** crack I ransack their lab and insert their album with a laugh track You'se a joke, Your career's the punchline I sold less and made more than you, and did it unsigned Sirens blaze when my, vinyl's played Cause I'm, live on stage with an unbridled rage Pacing like lions locked in an iron cage Listen man, I came with that migrant wave In '89 before rap hit its suicidal phase Nowadays every rapper's dyin' to lie in his idol's grave In dire straits strapped, with dull knives and blades Carve the night a new day till it bleeds vibrant rays I'm sunshine, you? A sundial in the shade [Hook] No rings, no bling, no rims, no cars (Chee). What? Chee) Malabar I'm the man that you think you are! Chee). What? Chee) Malabar No rings, no bling, no rims, no cars (Chee). What? Chee) Malabar I'm the man that you think you are! (Chee). What? Chee) Malabar [Verse 2] No publicist dog, I'm a one man street team Shove my cleats in your mouth and scrape ya teeth clean Since cat's yap with gold fronts about plaque and flossin' I jab them soft then, unleash Jack Johnson Soundtrack to the brown experience, this verse is strapped To hijack your train of thought and Colin Ferguson the track A new version's appeared and he ain't turban clad And if I was, I'd rock it with pride and still burn ya flag By any means the ends necessitate, rehearsed that mantra Now they sayin' I can sell more if I just learned some bhangra You know? Pet dog while I'm screwin' in the light bulb f**er, I pull my pants up and lean back in the club No crutch, just Chee, no microwaved hype Just one, two's that turn the stage into f**in' gravesites So, to sum it all up, with this last bar The name's Chee, I'm the man that you think you are! [Hook] No rings, no bling, no rims, no cars (Chee). What? Chee) Malabar I'm the man that you think you are! Chee). What? Chee) Malabar No rings, no bling, no rims, no cars (Chee). What? Chee) Malabar I'm the man that you think you are! (Chee). What? Chee) Malabar