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tommy tk & charles luck ft. gyro - don't fuck with luck lyrics

tommy tk
luck
gyro
bar motherf-cker

dont f-ck with luck
cause when you f-ck
f-ck with luck
you f-ck with us
you ain’t one of us
you ain’t this thunderous
kid, we f-cking wonderous
black astronaut
kicking b-tts continous

ly down the street
we found some beats
and pounded streets
with wisdom and
peace from prisons
to pizza parlors
and at least we are stardust
forever party starters
starting intellectual conversations
were hardly part of improbably awesome
and probably your moms son
like your brother from another mother
and planet, well lets not get into
mars right now my jet pack
just landed i guess im leading
the race hand standin
can’t stand it
i can’t stand this place the race
to run in place is getting more disgraceful every day
want to change it in every way and will once
i arrive in sp-ce safe in one piece
it’s ugly this earth swirling around me a whirlwind in a pig pen im stuck up
glues what i feel like huffin
plus m-ffin topped chicks wanna
touch my hotness
even though i rhyme sometimes
like dennis rodman dresses
sodomizing pressures to
be the best ever
depress me? never
im in it to evolve
do you know where your headed?
me either i feel it
its real and its growing
fearlessly a team of feared bandits
managed by a lyrical savage beast
who challenged palettes and defines
his feast of flesh of truth the gardens
fruit im starting to loosen this party is awesome
tk told me to let you know something
i thought would be clear by now
dont f-ck with charles luck
saw the plain white sp-ce and
teared it out a scribbled a masterpiece
listen if you haven’t g if you dont know
life on mars it would be a travesty to me at least
i came to teach even though i get leeched my aim was to speak
through top talent and rob batman of his cape scr-p that
and rap backwards

dont f-ck with luck
cause when you f-ck
f-ck with luck
you f-ck with us
you ain’t one of us
you ain’t this thunderous
kid, we f-cking wonderous
black astronaut
kicking b-tts continous

i think tommy tk said it best when he wrote this
to a b-tch who f-cked with me on facebook his name was sam
he called me a f-g and
this was the face/off:

toomy tk
next thing you see you’ll be modern contemplative history
like you’ll have empirically literally had existence whisked and pr-cked
from your position of possession of dependence
in the name of a lesson in expression
and effective actual tactful attacking in battle ground
rules for how to get down and clown when you’re clowning around
with your own hound of clowns who will always be down
so before you clown best come down from the clouds
put the ciggie joint down may as well stan i mean sam
can i call you stan? no? not a fan?
then don’t call my man a f-g cos lucks your chance your understand
the metaphoric example i’ve handed you
planned it too
had it as ammo ready to plant it right at you
and that’s what practice will do to your sk!lls bill
worse still you may even enjoy spitting ill and real and ill
like feeling sick kinda type like your fever is still here
you’re popping bottles of pills to stop it from hot flushing you
but they’re not even the popular tablets with colours and patterns that happen to
hand you factual reality enhancements like valium
and vicodin do if you take two
or ecstasy might do it too
take the red or the blue
either hand right or left
they’ll both be right and there’ll be only one left
it’s day 1 so it’s cool
don’t be worried i’m not going to be cruel
just getting a point across the atlantic
that charlie chaplin is a skitzsofrantic example
of who to be careful when maddening
with mad calls in the name of practising
but fact is this i could sit on this flow of several rhyme levels and structures
and like the ex you can’t get out of your head
like you’re mentally engaging in s-xual relations cos you’re both mentality f-cked in the head
i could keep coming back to these rhyme letters i’ve left
like clues to the crossword of excellence up and down all around your head
but don’t get a headb-tt it’s not even 6am you pommy mutt
dry you doggy b-lls off and by b-lls off
i mean to link words to the weakest link rhymed to say “you’re soft”
but i’m getting off this depressive set of tet a tets
all effectively and impressively implemented with best
intentions to defend my friend charles from your slanderous efforts
to upset his integrity so now i present you with this set of fluff not intended
to make you forget about artistic expression
or joking with friends but to get to you and get to your head

——
so that explains it ive got friends in high places dont f-ck with luck or youll just
get a facelift
im no longer wasted and im facing the days and changing the game from moms
bas-m-nt with a team of 8 throwing grenades and growing like crazy

we are all black astronauts sun gazing
lifes a dream and its amazing
we are in the land of the lost
but at least someones aiming
i’m charles luck and the truths what im framing

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- tommy tk charles luck ft gyro lyrics

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