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Soul is rust free, raps stay dusty. Never needed toys 'cause wax is all that mattered. W-w-w-w-w-w-w-wax is all that mattered. Never needed toys 'cause wax is all that mattered. W-w-w-w-w-w-wax is all that mattered. Day by day I wake up and I make A beat. My life's complete when I find records From just walking down the street. I visit Soundclash, find city beatniks out of time. Circular, pressed to play, these gnarrin' shops are All mine. Well in the figure of speech anyway I like to dig. Stumble upon a couple of Beauties that'll make me twig. Loop it up right or I am what a Way to waste a day. Keep this music nutritional So that I don't waste away. Simple economics when I look into my pocket. My priorities are stuck with ease this habit I Can't stop it. Chop it right in the ear Hole, the product of my treasure finding. Ill inspired I know you find that it's a Pleasure rhyming. Over this with ease a pen I Squeeze and make the inks spill. I please myself with what I say I hope It makes you dig still. Chill for a quick Blaze the roof I'm raising. This ain't no craze I do it all days, All amazing. The crackle of that old 45. The magic in the sound it's always good to Be alive. That's proper sick like a virus. I got mad records that's diamond like my stylus. Apart from when you're moving house. With the warps and the skips and the wait When you're out. It's always better in a shop. I wonder how much it would cost for a Thirteen inch letterbox. The one day the clarity will stop. Will be the same day I stop going into Charity shops. Someone else can take the reign 'cause I am king. It took a while to build upon the knowledge I'ma bring. But I can't remember the names to Start a book like Kid Dyno. Accumulating double copies so they're ready for the Lino. Doesn't matter where I go I can smell The wax. It'll light up my dig like four Candles for a rack. If I try and do A mix it's cut short like a jower. Two tunes in start scratching for an hour. I's a collector first, fully immersed but trust. I know the art of moving butts and I Get busy on the cut. See that's the passion Of the driven 'cause the music keeps a-giving. While we're bigging up all heads that who be Digging for a living. So if you have a Problem with the format then you're done. Do want it on I'd rather leave my records In the sun. The crackle of that old 45. The magic in the sound it's always good to Be alive. That's proper sick like a virus. I got mad records that's diamond like my stylus. Apart from when you're moving house. With the warps and the skips and the wait When you're out. It's always better in a shop. I wonder how much it would cost for a Thirteen inch letterbox. This is the beat jar of the year. I spin this turntable round back and forth the Cuts are crisp and clear. I change the beat This stuff is fresh, just put us to the Test. We cut religiously with seriously two of the Very best. In my opinion anyway. A click of the fader enables the cut to Develop pick up a part of this track that Will stick in your memory just so that we Can sav it. On and on every day in Every way we don't play. We slay all suckers who perpetrate killing it all Day. It might be something that I got but I just have to grab it. Stick a promo version and get it just to Have it. If it's meant to have the cellophane It has to be in accordance. I just replace it from a record that's a Not so important. Remember getting that record home It was like high grade. Expecting it to hit you up a sideways. Steal copy could be the finest ever made. Hang on a minute that's not what Westwood played. Just Taking it back for a hot minute as we Dig in the crates. Kick it like the way we used to