Hijack, Demon Boyz, London Posse, Blade, Gunshot...nobody will ever touch or come close... They will have to be something special nowadays nuf said! PEACE xx
British hip hop old school. hardnoise is the best as well. son of noise, hardcore British hip hop. gunshot is the thing that reminds me of my youth. bad boy x
Q-Roc: Kamikaze on the rampage, I wreck the damn stage, rebel rocks well tears the speaker from its cage, lyrical wizard reigns supreme in the depths of hell, vocals sell, I repel then excel, (Doomsday warrior), rappers I obliterate, Rix terminate, fling down a Gunshot dub-plate, agitate, rotate, gyrate set the anti-skate, serve the sucker who dares pass the 1st gate. Mercury: While cutting them down, I stand and beckon the next man, to come and take on the long lips vibrating strong, and torn, whence born I sworn protect, as protectorate the hardcore spawned, activate my jaw, spew forth a roar, bring down the doors for the apostle of Gunshot laws, like a flare or better yet a pistol, or whistle, to summon my def-rhyming missile. Q-Roc: Classed as a minority treated as a reject, if I sold my soul to the charts would I get respect? Many redeem when they hear the theme, the rappers stray and break-down their pipe-dream, slice records like a grater, easy on the cut set fire to the fader, praise the wheels of steel the lightnings white, Q-Roc rhymes hardcore controlled by gammalight. Alkaline: There upon the mic I rap and chat and chat upon the mic I do that, that was just a warning to you, I worn you’d better step back, so just come and hear my style of rap a tat tat, before you sit on top of the rhythm, on top of the rhythm I have sat, (come make a start), the Alkaline, the lyrical art, it’s just a part, but a part of this or a part of what the “D” the “Danny Hart”, but a razor, I’m sharper than that, this is no tic or tac, I just chat ‘pon the mic chat, this a my a symphony my lick back, but a ever ready come back, to chat ‘pon the mic some people say this MC a no new jack, I am the one don’t bother take it for fun son the Alkaline the MC Alkaline I just run come. Mercury: The writing on the wall, read it out for you and all heed my call and proceed to fall (in) the mythical character of your dreams, bless the father the son and the holy Gunshot team, ease please, freeze while I check my speed, hands bound and tied but now released, I’m coming through, fortified camps and you, raps are raw, poisonous my manner is rude, the highs are high, but lows are low, adversity shows in my face but I still overpower and flow, (demo), was the 1st phase, but here’s a demo of demolition nurtured in the 2nd stage, espionage, fully charged I’m camouflaged, to run with the wind and win with the team and use the mic to rass, inject a style, projectile the wild, incriminate your evidence to get me on trial. Alkaline: Check me come loco, the loco so parra, sit on top of the rhythm with a style that is no go, no go is this side, for this side or which side, jack it up rewind, there upon the mic I slide, some of them come to test, some lose but they came back, others still did that and fell back with impact, the force, give them a blithe cause they’re a fraud, in other words a dibby man (Alkaline’s the lord). Q-Roc: The Gunshot twelve we call it (battle creek brawl), united we stand, divided I stand tall, undercover, satanic terror, smoker of the microphone causing a rap error, hanging tough rugged and rough my life is raw, declared war when Gunshot was on tour, (toe to toe), the mic’s strapped to my hip, the vocal chords of Q-Roc and this rock is metamorphic, metamorphosis, what do you think of this? (It’s crisp) some people ignore this, controller of the microphone watch the mic ignite, use it to rass the power of a spectra-knight, (slay), break, stray, Gunshot reigns supreme (flex) in battle creek brawl. The scratch ricochet wrecks, rotates and apex, I break necks, come correct with a flex, the solar- warriors with a scarf around their necks, with DJ Rix on the flight-deck. Lyrics
britcore is dope as fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
Hijack, Demon Boyz, London Posse, Blade, Gunshot...nobody will ever touch or come close... They will have to be something special nowadays nuf said! PEACE xx
you forgot silver bullet
Mighty Ethnicz 👊
You know it !!!!
RIP Alkaline. You will never be forgotten. ❤
British hip hop old school. hardnoise is the best as well. son of noise, hardcore British hip hop. gunshot is the thing that reminds me of my youth. bad boy
x
Best hip-hop band ever to come out of England...
Hijack & Demon Boyz - The London Posse
One of the best. Hijack, London Posse, Demon Boyz, Hardnoise.
Not just the best hip hop from England, this is, in my opinion, one of the best hip hop tracks ever!!!
I bought this when it came out aged 16...those heady days..
Q-Roc: Kamikaze on the rampage, I wreck the damn stage, rebel rocks well tears the speaker from its cage, lyrical wizard reigns supreme in the depths of hell, vocals sell, I repel then excel, (Doomsday warrior), rappers I obliterate, Rix terminate, fling down a Gunshot dub-plate, agitate, rotate, gyrate set the anti-skate, serve the sucker who dares pass the 1st gate.
Mercury: While cutting them down, I stand and beckon the next man, to come and take on the long lips vibrating strong, and torn, whence born I sworn protect, as protectorate the hardcore spawned, activate my jaw, spew forth a roar, bring down the doors for the apostle of Gunshot laws, like a flare or better yet a pistol, or whistle, to summon my def-rhyming missile.
Q-Roc: Classed as a minority treated as a reject, if I sold my soul to the charts would I get respect? Many redeem when they hear the theme, the rappers stray and break-down their pipe-dream, slice records like a grater, easy on the cut set fire to the fader, praise the wheels of steel the lightnings white, Q-Roc rhymes hardcore controlled by gammalight.
Alkaline: There upon the mic I rap and chat and chat upon the mic I do that, that was just a warning to you, I worn you’d better step back, so just come and hear my style of rap a tat tat, before you sit on top of the rhythm, on top of the rhythm I have sat, (come make a start), the Alkaline, the lyrical art, it’s just a part, but a part of this or a part of what the “D” the “Danny Hart”, but a razor, I’m sharper than that, this is no tic or tac, I just chat ‘pon the mic chat, this a my a symphony my lick back, but a ever ready come back, to chat ‘pon the mic some people say this MC a no new jack, I am the one don’t bother take it for fun son the Alkaline the MC Alkaline I just run come.
Mercury: The writing on the wall, read it out for you and all heed my call and proceed to fall (in) the mythical character of your dreams, bless the father the son and the holy Gunshot team, ease please, freeze while I check my speed, hands bound and tied but now released, I’m coming through, fortified camps and you, raps are raw, poisonous my manner is rude, the highs are high, but lows are low, adversity shows in my face but I still overpower and flow, (demo), was the 1st phase, but here’s a demo of demolition nurtured in the 2nd stage, espionage, fully charged I’m camouflaged, to run with the wind and win with the team and use the mic to rass, inject a style, projectile the wild, incriminate your evidence to get me on trial.
Alkaline: Check me come loco, the loco so parra, sit on top of the rhythm with a style that is no go, no go is this side, for this side or which side, jack it up rewind, there upon the mic I slide, some of them come to test, some lose but they came back, others still did that and fell back with impact, the force, give them a blithe cause they’re a fraud, in other words a dibby man (Alkaline’s the lord).
Q-Roc: The Gunshot twelve we call it (battle creek brawl), united we stand, divided I stand tall, undercover, satanic terror, smoker of the microphone causing a rap error, hanging tough rugged and rough my life is raw, declared war when Gunshot was on tour, (toe to toe), the mic’s strapped to my hip, the vocal chords of Q-Roc and this rock is metamorphic, metamorphosis, what do you think of this? (It’s crisp) some people ignore this, controller of the microphone watch the mic ignite, use it to rass the power of a spectra-knight, (slay), break, stray, Gunshot reigns supreme (flex) in battle creek brawl.
The scratch ricochet wrecks, rotates and apex, I break necks, come correct with a flex, the solar- warriors with a scarf around their necks, with DJ Rix on the flight-deck.
Lyrics
A brilliant piece of hip hop history
So good glad I've still got the 12 inch,British hip hop, yay!!!
WhiteChildRix!!!!!
vintage
britcore is dope as fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
Sampled in Warrior dance by The Prodigy
dope
Gunshot 2020 🔥
2022!💥
tiro de gracia- gran demencia
UK stand tall !
Ok very fast and good
Easy on the cut, set fire to the fader...
Fucking ace
WEAPON!!!