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Public Service Announcement (Freestyle)

Lunar C

Fire in the Booth, Part 2

41

Rap,Grime

Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1] I don't need to reintroduce myself My name is Lunar, or Jake if you know me I'm not resting till I'm paid, listen closely This industry doesn't have what it takes to control me A newcomer with the brain of an OG I'll tell a lie while my hand is on the Bible Let God throw lightning bolts at me from the sky For the first time in my life I'm not angry coz there's finally P in my back pocket like I sat in a urinal 007 in the hood with no weapons In some bloody clothes tending to my bullet holes prepping For my next mission, my success is destined to come You can tell I'm the one coz I'm second to none Fat girl twerked on me, made spoil my shorts Had to pay her to lie with me like my lawyer in court Toyed with the thought of not paying but I found a pound coin on the floor I bust my nut and then I point to the door Weak rappers tryna get me to collab on mixtapes But they're not getting no features like a mannequin's face Your whole teams fake, you split cash and get on stages With a bunch of Judases like you're battling Drake Another show done, another verse written Graft my arse off like a burn victim Pray on my downfall, keep wishing I'll stop Got the game in the missionary position, I'm on top! Faded like your dad's tribal tattoo from the 90's I remember when I was at school Tryna act cool in my hand-me-down jumper And my shiny black shoes, now I am that dude This is a cease and desist put the mic down Ain't heard a rapper who can fuck with me in a while now You'd have more chance of getting Rihanna down the aisle In a white gown or tryna find out who sold smack to Amy Winehouse Bunch of snakes acting fraudulent fakes Never had the balls to be able to back the cause If you labels want me to take your offers, add some noughts to em Show me some numbers that'd make Carol Vorderman have an orgasm Giving a dog a smear test is the only way you could be a vet You're weak on the mic, put it down like a fierce pet I ain't down with posers and swag rap I'll strangle you with the strap on your Louis Vuitton handbag I don't wear a leather skirt and a Jesus piece I'd rather rock a checkered shirt and jerry curls like Easy E And I don't care who I'm offending when I speak The beat got em all nodding their head like they agree with me I don't censor shit, so what if they're oversensitive? What they gonna do if I offend em? Maybe I'll get assassinated during a cypher session And die for my profession like the flight attendants on 9/11 [Verse 2] Litterman logo tippagang bozo Dick in hand, posing for an Instagram photo Sniffed a gram of coke, wrote this verse and then I passed out When they found me this beat was still playing in the background Floor covered in rat corpses and piss Sat back taking the last draw of my spliff My landlord came to my flat talking some shit So I pushed the fat bitch through a trap door in my fridge Slags that I grew up with talking bout what I'm making Semi-famous, balling in moderation Debauchery on my brain, skrawny and underweight I'm immortal, we're not the same, I was born in a toxic waste bin Bubby's deranged my evil and my conscious side Have gotta find some kind of compromise between wrong and right Asking every girl i see for head like i lost my mind This ain't a race but i always feel the need to cross the line I got this far without following the protocol I see a lot of fake types acting like they broke the mould A lot of them are talking about a life that they don't know at all They'll spend their career trying to catch up and won't evolve When I ain't in the booth I'll be on stage till I get thrown off Or going off the head like I'm getting bored of blowjobs Get off your soap box and practice what you preach I go out and get my own I don't tag along and leech I 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 they keep ducking when I'm throwing my left Coz my punches are going over their head Still winning came out swinging like a gay couple in an orgy I'm not tryna be here struggling when i'm 40 I'm grafting, I want money, a big house and a couple cars Tryna get a happy ending like a good massage
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