Radio 1 Freestyle (Explicit)

Yo, Lunar C, Fly Tippers Big up Seany B, 1Xtra, WY, Sinoptic, buh! Yonnabout (Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G O D) [Verse 1] I'm aggy like a feral pitbull with a chewed off nose Snarling with his one and only tooth on show Have you not know I got that New God Flow But that ain't gonna guarantee that my new song blows Seany B just sent me these free beats to smash 'Bout to rap for my city and FT's the gat Two eye holes cut into a beanie hat Slim blues and some sour diesel in a sealy bag If my epitaph reads everything I'm a legend at When I die and get cremated I'll need an extra plaque Just to commemorate everything I'm remembered as Nah I'm just getting gassed, I'm just the best at rap And I wouldn't be nothing without a pen and pad They're asking how I write rhymes when I'm getting that Faded, faded, faded Tipper I'm faded, faded, faded Tipper I'm faded, fffaded, faded, yo [Verse 2] Flow so heavy when I drop a bar I lose weight But everbody's looking for the new Drake I don't really know about this new wave I thought Tyga was wack until I heard 2 Chainz But I'm still smashing this beat Only simpletons think my rapping is weak Cause my style's unorthodox like a jab to the cheek Followed by a headbutt to the back of the knee Buh, Fly Tippers, aka Wastemen I'll fuck up your rep like a loose screw in a weight bench To think that cause I ain't rappin 'bout guns that I ain't from the street But they don't know where I come from like donner meat Get lippy I'll karate chop your bonnet off I body bag copy cat rappers and let the carcass rot Big up Seany B, Mista Jam and Charlie Sloth DJ's that recognize my skill and don't par me off Yeah I realize I'm only known for battle rap But saying that's all I can do's the straw that broke the camel's back How do you think I got all these rap bitches on my dick Like they think talent is sexually transmitted In my books are swinging off a chandelier My success so far's got them acting weird But when I'm in the dojo there's nothing that I fear So when you hear "Buh!" blood on the mat appears Wait, oh you don't get that lyric damn Before you figure it out listen to this I have two pictures on my mantle piece but I don't have no piggy bank I'm trying to tell 'em why I need one in the middle man [Verse 3] Head in my hands with the devil on my shoulder Telling me to quit cause I ain't never getting closer Angel on my right side saying that it's my time I ain't gonna rest until I'm dead or in a coma It's every man for theirself so either find a way to eat or starve But it ain't all about beefing and being hard Maybe people'll pay attention and feel your bars If you talk some real shit instead of talking 'bout how real you are And they ain't clocking my moves I'm leaving no trail I strike while the iron's hot before the smoke's stale And I don't need to hang off nobody's coat tails I got too many people telling me I won't fail How come I felt better when they said they hate me Maybe some of them just realized they'd never change me These fans are getting crazy Asking questions 'bout my life and trying to interrogate me like I'm Kevin Spacey I'm just glad I got some of 'em in my corner Cause all my life I been nothing like a hoarder And sort of still am but with big plans I take chances even though I can't afford to I was sleeping on the sofa at my friend flat skint Never knew my chances could get that slim Now there's fire in my belly and my head's back in it Let them losers do their worst and may the best man win Buh, Lunar C! Follow @LunarCFT Safe!