If ya doubt UK....Check Jehst n Klashnekoff, They rip US mC'z for their rawness and ability

Jehst sampler:

I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code
my feet slipping on this twisted road
only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance
no bigger than the sum of his enscriptions
or the extent of his conviction
I’ll sip vitamin enriched liquid diction
and digest fiction for culture, I force fed code the monster
my head and net connected by a pole
Try to hold things together like the skins I fold
take my food for thought with a pinch of salt
true to form, my sin results in self doubt
look into my eyes I dont need to spell it out
you can see it, how I tripped and fell down
and picked myself up, turned myself round from the cliffs edge
and staggered home like a misled piss head
I put up a fight, till my fist bled
I choke on lead, until my spits red
when I step outside to get a quick breath of fresh debt
no theres no air left, and 50% of us couldnt care less, I bare flesh
exposed to the cancerous light like tearing the film, out ya cameras
im still ravenous, I feel my stomach acid
keep burning as I work towards another classic
melt ya plastic chat snatch ya comfort blanet
in this cold world your naked and un-attractive
and ya tactics are underhanded
I hibernate through the winter
and wait for the summer madness

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sigs are for herbs...Thats why I got one!