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lunar c - fire in the booth 3 lyrics

[verse 1]
you talking cheap like tkmaxx is
you trying to be famous for doing nothing like dj khaled
you can’t say we ain’t active
tell them they don’t wanna sleep on me like a pee-stained mattress
too real i can’t get more honest
i’ll sh-t myself on the bus and do a ted talk on it
raw paper i’m packing the weed in
eyes looking smaller than the bags underneath them
you know everything i’m banging out is top notch
sales through the roof like i’m shottin’ in a drop-top
you can keep the xannies and the mumble bars
you rappers think you’re k!lling the scene and you f-cking are
but behind the scenes you’re harmless
you don’t make no moves
you just stay in the same position, you’re easy targets
i did this for you if you need this hard sh-t
right up your alley like graffiti artist
track you in any weather i don’t care what season this is
the jacket’s vintage i don’t care what season this is
you steal one of my bars i’m sending you a cease and desist
spliff burns in my polo loafers
you’re beggin’ it you flow so souless
i’m steve austin, kick you in the b-lls and flip you off with 2 hands
only neck 2 cans i’m calling it stone cold sober
who’s the best compared to me ____
it’s a toss up between us like the start of a basketball game
you’re g-ssed like the world wouldn’t know what to do without ya
but you’re useless like a £20 gucci voucher
it don’t make one bit of sense
my sh-t’s timeless i don’t rap about current events
my left arm’s smaller than my right because i’m a right w-nker
one punch man i have the right hand of siatama
d-mn right i’m c-cky bro
greatest lyricist of all time so i’ve got to gloat
we’re b-ttin’ heads if you go at me like i’m not the goat
pun intended you can act like this is unimpressive
it’s deep rooted, you’re a stick in the mud
you don’t get this great by giving a f-ck
can’t outdo my moves this ain’t a dance-off
flow harder than a holy holm hand job
liqour gone right to my head
i walked in she grabbed my zipper and got right to the head
you walk in you’ll catch a right to the head and land right on your head
she should have told you i’m not writing ahead
got ’em sprinting like akabusi cos you can die on the set like brandon bruce lee
i’ll take anything from bad and bougie to fat and moody
i need a girl that looks like kali uchis and fights like amanda nunes
me and k!ll money making cl-ssic movies like stanley kubrick
i am fear like oleksandr usyk
you’ll get beat to you’re still and defenseless
you only move bricks because you’re a builder’s apprentice
jump in your whip at the traffic lights when they’ve gone red
hang you out your car window like a dog’s head
bang your face on every lampost like a lost pet
was in the heat of the moment just a hot sec
when i was broke i was skinny now i’m eating good
me and hashfinger breakin’ bread and we’re not feedin’ ducks
you’re bad online but you’re not backing it though
don’t wanna see me in the flesh like a cancerous mole
if you get carried away it’ll be flat on a stretcher
i’m giving free -rs–whoopings i’m an amateur wrestler
hannibal lecter to these rappers
everyone gives advice but n-body listens to it like capital xtra
my last fire in the booth they censored most my bars out
but i ain’t never bit my tongue and i ain’t gonna start now
there’s like 4 rappers in this country who are not shy
if i ain’t in your top 5 you’re jealous or you can’t count

[verse 2]
i stand out bare in a room full of artists like a life model
i don’t know how they’re sleeping the mind boggles
this right could make any guy wobble if i put a bit little bit of lean into it like a sprite bottle
i’m the best so what if i sound biased
they don’t know what they’re in for like prisoners with alzheimer’s
go home and practice dirty no good b-st-rd
at your service like i’m stood over your open casket
iconic like raekwon in a snow beach
i’m tyson in his prime with his gold tooth gleamin’
smack them if they don’t learn like corporal punishment
it brings a whole new meaning to an old-school beating
woke up at dinner time was at the pub for half 2
your all dayer gave me a lap dance on a bar stool
then it got stranger in the whip like a carpool
i say a lot of things cos they rhyme but they aren’t true

[verse 3]
pretty fly for a white guy
can’t f-ck with me why try
i k!ll em off one at a time like cypress hill
boom biddy bye-bye
tryna draw me out cos i’m the blueprint
walking around like i’m the new king
balling out like i’m not too skint
in the morning i’ll be f-cking fuming
i’m off key like a sh-t singer
you’re off beat you’re a sh-t spitter
on a mission you’ve got tunnel vision
but you’re not seeing the big picture
one of a kind never outshine
any mc that i sound like must have took a few bars
that’s a soundbite
clowns blinded by pound signs
don’t act like you’re my friend
they say no man is an island
but i’m a throwback to a time if you don’t have any rhymes if you’re own handed
i’m top 5, god level no contest for these bars
i could sh-t in a box and sell it as conceptual art
all them rhymes bout how you ride out for your team
better pipe down p-ssy i doubt what you’re feeling
a hype now when it dies out you will see all them guys round you like clouds and they leaching
iced out in a nice house and the team ride to dine out till they find out what that means
i just can’t put my pride down lie down for the dream like counting up sheep
stepped in with a dead trim
but i’m flexing like i’m the fresh prince
neck drinks ’til my head spins
rocking leopard print like i’m beth lynch
i hit a weak mc talking like he’s raw
i only run from the nee-naw
big guy threats with your indirects
but you got no bars what you writing tweets for
pull your girl with a knock off rolley
odd socks on and my coat’s not stoney
hoping she don’t clock that i’ve got no p bro
when you’re broke women don’t wanna know
been a bad day i need some sleep
sniffed a sachet of sea-mnonkeys
dole kids with fat chains and jesus pieces
rinsing tax payer’s free money
on a mad one heard a little voice telling me to snap on them
in the back of my head
get spun cos you act c-cky but you rap sloppy p-ssy that’s what you get
everywhere i go they can smell this piff
key in the car like a jealous b-tch
or an ex who’s p-ssed off
i’m scheming like a catfish they don’t know who they’re messing with
shush you’re a mug with tough guy gun signs for the punchlines when i touch mics
i act on instincts don’t need to think twice
don’t let me catch you slipping you’re on thin ice
can’t outsmart me more lines in the pad than a house party
i don’t need a co-sign from a rapper or someone to put me on
i want a swimming pool in my living room full of women skinny dippin
by the time i’m finished dive in it like kendrick
i want my time to live the high life in it
never got the chance but my future’s so bright i’m reflecting on my past
no mc from my city ever made it i’ll be working trying to get it on the map
lyrics for lyrics calm they get shock on stage like a stripper’s -rs-
they think they’re hard when they’re in a mic booth
on a rampage can’t see me stopping anytime soon
been snapping got nothing in my way
big man i block punches with my face
if you ever stand in my way
no second chances nah it’s not okay
in my zone i just smoke one the lights are on but no-one’s home
like i gotta grow on
hold on keep your feedback simmer down
i’ve been on my job for a minute now
won’t see me queuing for no [?]
they like me for my music not my image
but i’ll be swagging like flava flav
when i walk in they know what time it is you got no idea
i know hyenas we might go and see you for that cocaina
we come in packs like that cali import
no brigands now i’ll be kicking in doors
how they sleeping when they see me spazzing
eat sh-t and die like gg allin
it’s a fashion show if you haven’t noticed
anyone can make it you don’t need talent
very important

- lunar c lyrics

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