TSKMSTR - Fat and Fifty Lyrics

The Taskmaster
The Hangman
Tru Funkaz are back

It's been a long time
Hip hop shouldn't have left us
Without a boom bap
So now it's up to me to bust
An old skool jam
To make a brutha shake ya head
To hype up the party
And make you all shake a leg

The Hangman said it
And he's gonna leave ya hangin'
If you don't turn it up
And have the whole place bangin'
The Taskmaster's here
To tell ya what ya gotta do
Run Tru Funkaz
Coz we ol' skool to the new

Thank you Mighty TM
Let me take the mike from here
The Hangman is back
Bringing the muthaf*ckin' fear
To the souls of mumble rappers
Mumblin' on the radio
The Hangman is gonna hang 'em
String 'em up and watch 'em go

Yo, Steve, slow your roll
I'm sure they didn't really mean it
Give 'em a chance to apologise
Nah, f*ck it, let 'em scream it! AAAH!!
Sorry, Taskmaster!
Sorry, Hangman!
We wanted to make hip hop
DON'T FUCK US UP MAN!!!

Tru Funkaz are back
Back again to funk it up on the track

Tru Funkaz are back
Back again to funk it up on the track

They don't make them anymore
Like they used to do
So, we're back from retirement
For you and you and you
The nineties never died
They just had a little nap
Now the beast it is awakened
Resurrecting proper rap

Rockin' microphones
From UK to Kyrgyzstan
Nothing says hip-hop
Like an aging English man
A middle-aged white guy
And you think I'm derivative
But then I snatch the mike
And I snatch the initiative

Yeah, you said it TM
Fat and fifty is the way
Di pickney dem, dem ha' fi nah
Di big bwoy nah gon' play!
From drunken nights
Under London's lights
To Telefunken mikes
We bring hip-hop highlights

That's what I'm talkin' bout
Man, you bring that jocularity
Break the insularity
Bringing solidarity
People take a swig
Of our magic elixir
While we spin the vinyl
And twiddle with the mixer

Tru Funkaz are back
Back again to funk it up on the track

Tru Funkaz are back
Back again to funk it up on the track

Alright, it's about time
For me to address it
Modern rappers do it different
So let me confess it
Everybody seems to like
All the doubles and the triples
Meanings in their raps
But to me that's superficial

Yeah, I get it
Coz their rhymes are clever and constructed
But who the f*ck
Wants to nod their head when they're instructed?
To have to think about
And pick apart to analyse a rhyme?
We just want to bump it up
And have a good f*ckin' time!

Yeah, you said it TM!
No heavy thinkin' back in the day
Just a beat and a rhyme
Controllin' all we survey
Rockin' the party
With Technics and a microphone
Grinding up on the honeys
Getting them all alone

Ah, man, those were the days
When we just didn't give a shit
No masqueradin', rollerskatin'
Rockin' parties and I must admit
The young un's can rock
But we still the grandmasters
Tru Funkaz for life
The Hangman and Taskmaster!

Tru Funkaz are back
Back again to funk it up on the track

Tru Funkaz are back
Back again to funk it up on the track

The Taskmaster
The Hangman