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lirik lagu can’t understand – lunar c

[verse 1]
i school these rappers and send them to the cloak room where their coats hung up
i’m your nemesis there’s no room for the both of us
i’ve only just started eating off this and getting money
now i get spayed like a dog that’s had too many puppies
flow raises eyebrows like a plastic surgeon
no one on my level and if they rising i haven’t heard them
but got me paranoid, they tell me that i’m murdering sh-t
i tell them i’m innocent and that they should cast aspersions
don’t know me, i’m a wolf in sheeps’ clothes
i’ve got that ft certified beats flow
ten-a-penny dreads, can’t see me through the weed smoke
move on i’m too gone like a foot with three toes
strong minded, head b-tting through house bricks
biters taking notes in the crowd looking astounded
i wrote this in my sleep i didn’t know nothing about it
it’s like i’m chubby chasing ‘cos i’m just f-cking a-round b-tch

[hook]
you quitters can’t understand
i don’ think we’ve taken this as far as we can
and the critics no longer have to debate on who’s better
if you ain’t with us you ain’t part of the plan
i don’t really give a f-ck if i sound arrogant or vague
if you’re on the come-up we’re the ones standing in your way
all you rappers come up claiming that you’re married to the game
well the fact is you’ve been played ‘cos we’ve been smashing it from since day

[verse 2]
i’ve got this far without following the protocol
seen too many fakes types acting like they broke the mold
a lot of them talking ’bout a life they don’t know at all
and spend their career trying to catch up and won’t evolve
when i ain’t in the booth i be on the stage ’til i get thrown off
for going off the head like i’m getting bored of bl-wj-bs
get off your soapbox and practice what you preach
i go out and get my own, i don’t tag along or leech
walk to my corner and give my opponents a rest
spit out my gum shield and see whether my coach is impressed
i’m just mad that they keep ducking when i’m throwing my left
‘cos my punches are going over their head
still winning, came out swinging like a g-y couple in a orgy
i’m not trying to be here struggling when i’m forty
i’m grafting, i want money, a big house and a couple cars
trying to get a happy ending like a good m-ssage

[hook]

[verse 3]
i’m not a rapper, i’m the leader of a cult
that will hang you by your big toes and beat you to pulp
they know i’m coming they can feel it in their b-lls
yeah i’m b-lls deep in everything i’m eating ’til i’m full
i’ve had a couple major labels trying to get me on tracks
probably burned a few bridges ‘cos i said they was wack
although i need money quick i won’t kneel to these pr-cks
the whole scene’s full of sh-t like an intestinal tract, buh

- lunar c

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