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I say first priorities, are discussing me At Macy is at about half three What you munching on? Ur Quarter-pounder with cheese? Chatting about me and my abilities Now S.O.V you wish! S.O.V can't speak! S.O.V just quit! Aw whatever don?t talk with your mouth full! That's right discussing me, it?s all publicity Even if you don't like me your still dashing my name around the city Its all good though, blup blup publicity for free! White midget, a huh might fidget Somebody just dialed my digits Is it for your nan? Ha! Is it? Flatter for the way that you use your credit If you go say I'm nobody Well if I'm nobody then why are you ringing me?! You drained your credit that's filling it Wow my style, you sure your not feeling it? [Chorus] What we tell them? In one ear and it comes straight out the other Repeating yourself like you got a stutter With all your mutter like Why do we ever suffer? I dunno All your words in my brain turning into clutter Repeating yourself like you got a stutter With all your mutter like People want to classify me as an Eminem What hear what I'm a different kind of specimen Just because I be a white Caucasian Doesn't mean me and him are the same because One I'm not American Two I'm not a man Three I come into with a different kind of plan Setting the facts straight cos I know that I can Will it ever wait cos I do the ultravan Categories I don't fit into any Why? I'm onto top the stars many Writing out more lines than Burberry Then it will be like a victim of 20 (spits) Make them drink my saliva off the floor That spit not spat When I walked in the door Release my metaphor Like cor blimey its the while girl ess oh vee! [Chorus] Yo listen up I know you don't boast about me over your Sunday roast Or mid-morning cheese on toast But when I found out you?re talking Its all different you start squawking SOV I never said that!? SOV you know you ain't white? SOV I love your track? Well what you want bitch a pound in d bank? I?m varying cos I'm soon to be beg friend From the bed friend comes the next blahbarian They only start caring when your preparing the next big riddem That gets the kids And Oh god I got posh people swearing The rich (ch-ching) the poor the snobs the whores Oh dear Blahbarians galore! Shut up! in 1 ear and it comes straight out the other Repeating yourself like you got a stutter With all your mutter like Why do we ever suffer? All your words in my brain turning into clutter Repeating yourself like you got a stutter With all your mutter like