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SHADES OF CULTURE lyrics : "Who's That"


"I don't mind telling you,
I've had three of my best men tailing you for

the past two weeks trying to find out just who you really are."
"D-Shade"
"Who's that"

"Revolution"
"Who's that"
"DJ Storm"

"Who's that"
"Shades of Culture"
"Who's that"



Hello good evening, I'm the Revolution

Won't you sit down and let me tell you about a person
Who lives inside of me like an altered E-G-O
Alternate personality from the one you already know

{Your name is Brad}
B-R-A-D, last name access excess
Straight from the battlefield tower where the MC

Don't sit next to me, if your stressing
Learned you lesson, I know they are few
But you should {still count your blessings}

$#&@ off you might catch a bruise from the muse I deliver
Get under your skin like a sliver
Mad izms, I don't use skizms

You already tasted the %%&(, so kick the spider licks
She flirts, then I squirt just for kicks
So chicks with big breasts go great with Ritz

Crackers, yes I am a slacker
Old school fool with this mind Fritz the Cat as backer
$#&@ your mental, paid the monthly rental

So cook you like a lental, {but you ain't yental}
Ayo, them so words felt good compared
to what I'll drill to ya if you play games with the crew

Snoops up buckle up, wear a cup 'cause it's kickin'
Groin, you're much less in french, moin
A lower level devil, I better with a mic chisel

Chew you like grissel, your life looks dismal



Tell me who is the crew with the flavour that's fat
"Who's that" "the Shades up to bat"
Tell me who is the crew with the flavour that's fat

"Who's that" "the Shades up to bat"



Now when I flow, I get funky from the heart to the soul jack
Hungry like the wolf, so I feed upon a {fat track}
What dem can't see is them gal that we weed

Deliver upon the sound, them done call it SOC
So ayo, check your pocket ready to rock it
Alright check it,

it's the Darker Shade of Culture on your block, now you're lookin'
At me doing it my way, like Frank Sinatra
Kick, trip and flip the script right to you like a cotter

See each and everytime we rap, we rap a little better
Than the other time we rapped and in your face we see the {pleasure}
But there always seems to be one out of many

Trying to play the crew with the blues, Mr. Friendly
But he can go and give a flying $#&@
If I sling the slang, yeah it's either that or drug

I'm headed straight for the {head}, like fist that your {lead}
On your way to saying somehthing that you knew you would regret
Wanna bet that I can get stiff with a mic check

Never let a sucker get this 'til it's wreck
When I connect with a left and a right, I keep my herbs tight
Told you that tonight that the SOCs are gonna take flight

So now you know, like ah Bell Biv Devoe
And like Tina Turner we don't need another hero
So, cheerio I got to go with the flow

But just before we go, let me ????? you ought to know
The exercise you get is from jumping to conclusions
Step to the pack, you're leaving with a contusion

I stepping and stressing without the words to provoke
Yo, and when this %#@! is done, do you smell smoke?




Give props to the crew with the flavours that are fat
1-51 is up to bat
Give props to the crews with the flavours that are fat
The Greenland crew is up to bat
Yo give props to the crews with the flavours that are fat

The crew called bliss is up to bat
Who's that over there getting busy with the tracks
The producer DJ Choice with beats that are fat




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