Osdorp Posse
Osdorp Style
The Sale
I don't care what you think or what you do,
you can't mock us, fuck off I'll call you hood.< br/>The underground, Amsterdam association,
my mouth is the bomb, the microphone is the fuse.
Because I'm more than tired of this
theft of hardcore in the commercial aisle.< br/>Strong, the Posse with the bull stands,
I'm going to tell you something about the Osdorp Four.
King, makes it a bit more fun for the bitches.
Ice block boy(?), the crowd pleaser.
Def P., he keeps writing the rhymes.
Seda, that's me, the beat designer.
You walk towards me, take a step towards me,< br/>then Clap clap clap and kick kick kick
I smash your head in. And if you don't believe in
hardcore beats then I'll put some lead in it.
The one and only, dope and not bad,
Osdorp Posse who is fighting.
For a new generation, a new combination of Dutch rapping and what I see on the street.
There are now more and more groups,
that are fucking commercial, that just shout hardcore.
The underground now knows what I'm talking about, I don't want swing beat or house but hardcore rap! Yo yo Bro! (????)
Disco losers man, disco losers man, fuck off.
You jerks!
Hey, I'll tell you something...
Disco losers just kill yourself, -- murder! --
Seda agrees to hunt your kind.
Shit pop, not hip hop,
you think you're down? Fuck Up!
Damn it! That style was invented before,
but you can't displace us, you haven't won yet.
Because WE ARE EVIL! I will ram a fist into your face,
capable of any deed, it is not yet too late.
I open the eyes of the lied to
- Hammer is the dopest! -- You've been cheated!
....Fuck off bitch!
I'll turn you off until I'm on your pit
Because your music is weak, jerk,
I don't dance a maniac or some slut in her bathing suit.
Check a beat, get some chick,
promote it like hell, it's not original.
Making music without substance
is to declare war, and then I will kill you
My compliment! You are known to the consumer
not a talent but a trend for the producer
a moment's entertainment until the competitor takes you over. THE END!!!
Silly, I'm not a rap teacher,
I'm making this tape for your rap foundation.
Yo! Motherfucking cancer bastards, damn bastards, with your crazy styles like swing beat and hip house. You're just bloodsuckers, you feed on the creativity of others, cancer bastards. You
can't be original yourself and that's why you steal styles
from someone else and influence with sissy rubbish,
just to make money from all those commercial
fags who do buy it.
And to all the rappers who are dope, you should not see us as a competitor, but as a motherfucking colleague, because if we become known, we will have breeding stock. It will only benefit you too.
And for all the motherfuckers who want to diss us, come to me and make my day,
we'll see who has it last laugh, fools!
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