I Got Game (Digital Single)

by Stig Of The Dump

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released 02 August 2010

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tags: comedy hardcore hip hop hip-hop/rap rap rock London

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"One of the most original & in your face performers of our generation, with an unparalleled live show that bursts with energy. From hilarious Freestyle's, self deprecating humour and witty banter to the incredible flows, heady word play & mosh pits, Stig Of The Dump's stage show encompasses Hip Hop, Rock & Dubstep, all wrapped up with a punk ethic. Fuck You Music at its best" ... more

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Track Name: I Got Game
Fuck Street Fighter I got game/
With skills to burn a rapper up in white hot flames/
Increase the heat until you start to perspire/
Breath in let the beat drop its nothing but/ "FIRE"


I bring heat like an arsonist/
Concepts, punchlines or bars of retardedness/
My whole attitudes FUCK YOU/
So if you don’t know my problem, your probably part of it/
Suave ass narcissist, im the top boy/
Self taught, you cant learn the art from a starter kit/
Tell me who reps hard as this/
NO ONE im fatter than a wideboy marker tip/
And that aint the half of it/
E.O.W world champ is sommet you cant argue with/
Heavy weights cant spar with stig/
Cos I will end your career with E’s like brian Harvey did/
Spark the piff let it coirculate my system/
Then spaz out like the riots in Brixton/
Big up all the real heads from London to Brisbane/
The rest of you fuckers can ride my diction/

Fuck Street Fighter I got game/
With skills to burn a rapper up in white hot flames/
Increase the heat until you start to perspire/
Breath in let the beat drop its nothing but/ "FIRE"

Sick flow schitzo, pissed living in diss mode/
Live wire bringing hell fire & brimstone/
I rip shows, from the suburbs to skid row/
On much bigger beats than you've gotten from your big bro/
Me & the mic connect like fists to wrist bones /
And cause more "Organized Konfusion" than Prince Po/
Think you're bigger than this?? Let me chin stroke/
Hmmmmmm?... I DON'T THINK SO/
Its all gravy, mash tatties & roast beef
Black cabs, battle raps & no sleep/
British shit like fat yatties with broke teeth/
And visits to the chippy keep the fat man obese/
You never seen a rep thats so deep/
You dont even get respect from your own peeps
Wanna know your copping quality??/
Then check the F.U motif, etched in gold leaf/

Fuck Street Fighter I got game/
With skills to burn a rapper up in white hot flames/
Increase the heat until you start to perspire/
Breath in let the beat drop its nothing but/

Guess whos back in the mother fucking yard/
Constantly fogging bongs or chugging jars/
Tryna convince myself that im a star/
Out of it shouting “Tarahtid Bumbaclaat”/
& I don’t even know what that means/
Im just a loser who happens to be a rap fiend/
So fuck tryna fit in with a wack scene/
Where everybody dresses like an advert for gap jeans/
And if that seems ignorant/
Make complaints via 0800 I don’t give a shit/
I make Fuck You music/
You don’t like it cool, fuck you don’t listen bitch/
You see im in it for the jokes/
& ive been in it for a minute so quick with the killer quotes/
You're in it for the image you idiots think you're dope/
But i'm a bigger lyricist equipped with the sicker flows/