Artist: The Mighty Mindbomb
Album:  Ruf Diamonds Volume 1 (Ruf Label Compilation)
Song:   Westwood is a Twat (Allegedly)

Key:

  L: Loz
  R: The Ruf
  B: Both

Intro
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[Tim Westwood: "Getting the session into E-F-X, with me, Westwood"]
[Eazy E: "Shut the fuck up"]
[Tim Westwood: "It's about that time"]
[Eazy E: "Get the fuck outta here"]

[Ice-T: "Prepare...for a true nightmare..."]

Verse 1
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B:  Ahhhhhh...let's fuck it up now...
R:  Cos enough is enough
L:  Hear the lyrical assault from the brother called Ruf!
R:  Shakin' up the scene cos no other would dare
B:  Fuck Westwood!!!
R:  We said it and meant it, now where's your DJ skills, man?
L:  Your accent, for real man?
R:  You don't slam, man
L:  With your U.S. jams, man
R:  Hip-hop forgotten as you follow your trends
L:  Swingin' in the Jungle, where will it end?
R:  Deny your culture with sad fake slang
    And cling on, on American arses you hang
    You don't impress me
L:  You cannot test me
R:  I'm runnin' round defences like I was George Best, see?
L:  US copycats? We're no sad twats
R:  So take that pow! in your face like Naseem
    Can you battle that?
L:  Nothin' but pure facts
R:  We've shat on your credibility
L:  Scene is small in the U.K
R:  You don't support us
L:  You just haunt us
R:  Never will flaunt us
    So what we gonna do, Loz?
L:  Lyrical dissection
    Got to find a cure for a weird infection!
R:  Symptoms?
L:  Kids, idolizing the wack, man
R:  Brainwashed brothers seem to think that he's phat, man
    Believin' all the jingles, he can't even scratch!
B:  Mindbomb's better
R:  Mark One now scratch the truth...  [KRS: "Number One"]
B:  He can't compare, so Westwood...

[Ice-T: "Prepare...for a true nightmare..."]

Verse 2
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L:  Timmy Timmy Ha Timmy Ho I say
R:  Please will you please play my records today?
L:  People think you're phat
R:  Most think you're dreadful
L:  Kids walkin' around with a fucked up head full of
B:  Misconceptions, false pretensions
L:  Hip-hop's worldwide, not just American
R:  Stop your skemes, I will not change
    Or rap about guns just to get paid
B:  Blade cuts deeper
R:  Slowly bleedin'
    UK rap dyin', nobody's heedin'
    The truths, the youth who put on voices
    Actin' American
L:  Big up your boyfriend
R:  When I'm still sellin' records I know I'm rated
    Sell many more, some people won't play this
    You got to innovate cos if no-one cares
    You better...

[Ice-T: "Prepare...for a true nightmare..."]

R:  Cos you know what, Loz? Some people just can't handle this, man.
L:  These people don't even know.
B:  Listen party people as they drop the Mark One scratch...

[Eazy E: "Get the fuck outta here" scratch]

Verse 3
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B:  Stop suckin' rappers cocks!
L:  Enough is enough
R:  It's makin' us vomit so we say
B:  Fuck Westwood!!!
L:  All over his guests like a teenage groupie
R:  Obviously fake like Paul Daniels' toupe
L:  Limited selections of platters that matter
R:  Repetitive shit and their heads get battered
L:  Over and over, play the same old tunes
R:  We're underground demanded but there ain't no room for us
    Discuss...
L:  in a four page essay
R:  Look at facts kids
L:  Check the resume!
R:  Quality
L:  Quantity
R:  Releases
L:  Original
R:  Turntable madness
L:  Messages subliminal!
R:  Technics shiver
L:  Needles might break
R:  Loz on the beat, now Ruf rhymes rate highly
L:  Entirely
R:  pure dope ability
L:  Athletical
R:  Verbal
L:  Gymnastical
R:  Agility
L:  Shows get wrecked
R:  Stages destroyed
B:  Mindbomb professional
R:  No weak-willed toys
    Play at your peril
L:  Westwood's too scared
R:  He should...

[Ice-T: "Prepare...for a true nightmare..."]

[Rakim: "Get off the mic before it get too hot"]
[LL: "What I say is for real, this ain't la-la land"]

[Rakim: "Drop the mic"] [Rakim: "Don't waste your time"]
[Rakim: "Drop the mic"] [Rakim: "Don't waste your time"]
[Rakim: "Drop the mic"] [Rakim: "Don't waste your time"]
[Rakim: "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin' it"]

[Eazy E: "Shut the fuck up"]
[?: "Heard me on the radio, now the tables turned"]
[KRS: "You are wack"]
[Audio 2: "Tell you to your face, you ain't nothin' but a faker"]
[?: "You'll sit there, lookin' dumb, it seems you forgot where you came from"]
[Triple-M Bass: "I mean, how much can one country possibly take?!!!"]