Artist: Messiah J and The Expert f/ C-Rayz Walz Album: Now This I Have to Hear Song: When the Bull Gores the Matador Typed by: ddiddy12@gmail.com [Messiah J] Let 'em clap...that'll do it Turn up the bass...whatever...clap, clap, clap C-Rayz. That's the ticket! That's it! MJEX, Messiah J, The Expert (four eyes) Put on a performance This is for the little fish sick of taking big fish crap (no more) This is for the lunch money victims leaving bullys on their back This is for employees putting miserable employers on the rack (no more) For the tortoise who passes the hare on last lap When the bull gores the matador everyone's hands clap Gather around round listen up now hop to This is a tale from your average stockroom Where sweat drips to a hideous pop tune And the long shot slog under a big boss boom It happened one hot June down at the local supermarket Where immigrants and schoolkids were horrored to the hardship People need Danny, Danny's their main character An honest Chinaman on a minimum wage salary He behaved mannerly, smiled at all the shop folk (Hi!) Whistled while he worked and he worked with his mouth open Dreamt of a top post, obeyed every rule But the manager dismissed him as another Asian fool It's the same old true story, its sad but true Big boss man picking on the non-national Wanted his contract pulled but couldn't find a misdemeanor So he stitched him up on a charge of sticky fingers Fired over missing money Danny said listen buddy I know the system and that's unfair dismissal dummy He cooled his fists of fury kept his head hold high And made a landmark for every last small fry All rise, All rise in the Labour Court room Where justice prevailed and Danny made a fortune Go tell a friend tell the boo-boy of the hour Down this corridor of power you can play this war too [Chorus] This is for the little fish sick of taking big fish crap Let your hands clap let your hands clap This is for the lunch money victims leaving bullys on their back Let your hands clap let your hands clap This is for employees putting miserable employers on the rack Let your hands clap let your hands clap For the tortoise who passes the hare on last lap When the bull gores the matador everyone's hands clap [C-Rayz Walz] I'm on a stage more like a cage or a box a plagiarous plot to drop old shit and go pop Stop! That's not the herd I'm from A public death spectacle, murder for fun? The crowd cheers I feel hatred and their evil stares In the Colosseum colossal screams fog the air Watch for Veronica I smell she's there My point's a peek-at-door and so I gotta prepare Tragedy's confused today the winners lose The running of the bull I move without shoes Love lies in lust my blood in the dust That don't stop the beef the meek shall rise up Now it's red curtains with no time to stand back Turn your fingers to triggers and let your hands clap And that's what I call a round of applause It's gorgeous when the bull gorges the matador [Chorus] This is for the little fish sick of taking big fish crap Let your hands clap let your hands clap This is for the lunch money victims leaving bullys on their back Let your hands clap let your hands clap This is for employees putting miserable employers on the rack Let your hands clap let your hands clap For the tortoise who passes the hare on last lap When the bull gores the matador everyone's hands clap Clap hands,(yeah yeah) oh yeah clap hands (clap on) (clap clap clap clap clap clap clap) [Messiah J] Now there's an unspoken word it's an unwritten rule The condition for young ones is gettin' plundered in school Once in a month of Sundays under a blue moon Young kittens grow whiskers and underdogs drool Hooper Humperdinck proves to be the life of every party Mister small fry takes a whole frickin' army Remember Goliath the guy who tapped out or what not Puffin' out his chest as Dave practised his pot shots Misfits and odd pots come on struggle with me That big little Sasquatch need to come with me Up flippin' the food chains a cool flame For anyone with blue vains under jock-straps tough titties Listen fall guys giant slayers rally round Barbequeueing the form up is the best justice in town I put my heating bill down Santa's little number Fucking leave the bill 'cause it's about to go down [Chorus] This is for the little fish sick of taking big fish crap Let your hands clap let your hands clap This is for the lunch money victims leaving bullys on their back Let your hands clap let your hands clap This is for employees putting miserable employers on the rack Let your hands clap let your hands clap For the tortoise who passes the hare on last lap When the bull gores the matador everyone's hands clap