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c dragon - super saiyan lyrics

[verse 1]
can’t explain my life because every part’s unusual
some sort of mix of high school musical and the crucible
i hope they take some early kendrick and blast it at my funeral
man that sh-t’s beautiful, but i’ll never be free
because they box me in tight like they shoved me in a cubicle
you think different? you’re delusional
i stopped my old habits simply with a mental red light
cleaned up my own mess with a wet wipe
i go and i won’t stop till i drive a z-type
c dragon’s sick; both with bars, and in the head right?
i still remember the very first bar i spat
got reaction, tried to look hard and that
down some months later, got many a fan and hater
my mouth is still open just like a f-cking alligator
scrawl down in my notepad while i’m meant to be working
down in the shadows, you see me creeping and lurking
jerking chicken to have it with kool-aid
stop trying to be black, you try so hard that it’s not cool mate
you’re like some f-cking ice cream that wishes it was sorbet
rap’s a church and i’ve just been ordained
taking grime by storm cos i’m a new breed of evil
i do it all in one take, there’s no need for a sequel
i’m gonna be a name that strikes fear into people
repping uk everywhere, like william regal
i’m like thor with his hammer, except music’s my weapon
won’t stop till i’m first, no-one remembers the second
you man will sink when i rise like a full-metal zeppelin
you’ll sink to the bottom like you’re fighting depression
i chill at the top cos i don’t do no deception
don’t lie about packing charlie and teflon
don’t shout to make a point and leave my audience deafened
i just need to talk, because my words inject the venom

[interlude]
what the f-ck is he talking about?

[chorus]
you can’t let the paradox inside you be the victor
paint a picture, and then you view yourself the winner
sit in your studio with producers and your mixer
think of your success as you down bottles of liquor

[verse 2]
back in my element, like i was in 2012
did what i wanted, not a care in the world
don’t read anymore because no author is realistic
if there ever was a point, then c dragon surely missed it
you don’t get my words because they’re too euphemistic
but i go ham in battles and my fans go ballistic
instead of doing work with my digits and statistics
i’m chilling in my studio and sniffing on a pritt stick
don’t believe in me, then that makes you atheistic
you say that’s not a word, and i go ‘fine then, autistic.’
you can’t get in the train, like we’re chelsea on the metro
you say ‘minge’ by mistake and blurt out ‘no hetero!’
i don’t follow sh-t, my dress is so retro
so i fit in just fine when i spit at the ghetto. -gunshot sounds-
soon i’ll realise i’ve p-ssed everyone off all of a sudden
then i’ll die for nothing, like my name is mark duggan. -second gunshot sounds-
now when i leave the house, there’ll be a rifle that i’m lugging
i’m saving a lost cause like the pilot in the hudson
they say ‘why you rapping?’ i say ‘i do it for fun.’
stress free, cos i can’t smoke blunts with my stank lungs
gotta stay straight-edge like my name is cm punk
if i want you dead, then i’ll throw you in my trunk
drive you into the forest, with my mask tightened
corner you down and leave your -ss frightened

[chorus]

[jfk- ‘ask what you can do for your country’ speech]

[verse 3]
yeah, when i’m not writing sh-t down i now feel un-natural
i gotta say what i gotta say, there’s no time to be tactful
one thing you gotta know is that i don’t think rational
racing ahead like a cheetah in the grand national
p-ss out blood like i been on e for years
or i took the kidney shot when there’s beef in here
too many wannabes just talking about keef and beer
so i battled in the club and i reduced them to tears
wait- that never happened mate, you’re just dreaming
i told you to stop listening to pac before you’re sleeping
you’ll never be that big, so i urge you stop believing
you’re like every other white kid who think they’re hot when their freezing
i’m telling you bro, i bet you can’t raise the ceiling
this is for your benefit, cos i don’t want you keeling
over at the moment you realise you’re waste
you’re nothing special, you’re like some tesco brand of toothpaste
you could use it as well, with your porcelain gnashers
you need to start dieting, lay off the bacon rashers
you’re in no position to spit, like you’ve got sjögren’s syndrome
you don’t stop trying, and i’ll throw you out that open window

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