The MRB

Unfinished , the name , never that we’d compete/
Buiness like Microsft we the cream of the elite/
Muthafuckas called us wack said our style like Kieran was Dyer/
N Now there stuck in VVV getting KO’d by Tyrant4hire/
Who are we? The dawgs u tried to dismantle/
But we remain constructed , Blowing u out like a Birthday Candle/
Why do people still reject us try to make us look the fools/
But every broken step we “fix it” like Bob the Bulider’s tools/
Me i bring the authenticism keeping it real like Keith B/
Then im’m paired wid this Spliff Smoking, Slam Dunking MC/
His Names Wooshy n together we create a balance/
Kiss Kiss ya degrading thoughts of us away like Holly Valance/
We don’t have to explain to you what we bring to this form of art/
We don’t have to concede to your pressures, we just have to sound the part/
Unfinished for all that we gotta lay to rest/
Business mixed wid pleasure putting MC’s to the test/

Wooshy

c cuz im unfinished cuz ya moms playin the blues on my skin fluet/
id doesn't matter if u hate us cuz there is no mute/
so jus sit there & lison to this drug addicted alchololic rhyme spit machine/
but if u refuse to take the fact that this wots goin down, ull find out that ur gay then ull b turnin green/
nug ,spiv & all u other dykriders this is a time 2 rember our war wiv u will only b ova wen u die/
as teenfeds finest we got each others bacs & all u otha fuckers who wanna husle in on us u jus a fat lie/
cuz as im now lyrically contained in this hertic world called life/
im playin ya ass like kobe drivin 2 tha basket like a hot knife/ (in butter)
if life was a rhyme every1 know that we'd stay till tha end cuz we dont finish/
after this im smack up ya bitch like homer simpson casnt find beer & has 2 drink guiness
unlike ur shit this shit cant be erased by tip-ex cuz this shit is gonna rock tha party in the year 3003/