Can't Understand - Lunar C
I school these rappers
And send them to the cloak room
Where their coats hung up
I'm your nemesis
There's no room for the both of us
I've only just started
Eating off this and getting money
Now I get spayed like a dog
That's had too many puppies
Flow raises eyebrows like a plastic surgeon
No one on my level
And if they rising I haven't heard them
But got me paranoid
They tell me that I'm murdering sh*t
I tell them I'm innocent
And that they should cast aspersions
Don't know me
I'm a wolf in sheeps' clothes
I've got that FT certified beats flow
Ten-a-penny dreads
Can't see me through the w**d smoke
Move on I'm too gone
Like a foot with three toes
Strong minded head butting
Through house bricks
Biters taking notes
In the crowd looking astounded
I wrote this in my sleep
I didn't know nothing about it
It's like I'm chubby chasing
'Cos I'm just f**king a-round b**ch
You quitters can't understand
I don' think we've taken this
As far as we can
And the critics no longer
Have to debate on who's better
If you ain't with us you ain't part of the plan
I don't really give a f**k
If I sound arrogant or vague
If you're on the come-up
We're the ones standing in your way
All you rappers come up claiming
That you're married to the game
Well the fact is you've been played
'Cos we've been smashing it
From day
I've got this far without
Following the protocol
Seen too many fakes types acting
Like they broke the mold
A lot of them talking
About a life they don't know at all
And spend their career trying to
Catch up and won't evolve
When I ain't in the booth
I be on the stage 'til I get thrown off
For going off the head like
I'm getting bored of blowjobs
Get off your soapbox
And practice what you preach
I go out and get my own
I don't tag along or leech
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 that they keep ducking
When I'm throwing my left
'Cos my punches are going over their head
Still winning came out swinging
Like a gay couple in a orgy
I'm not trying to be here struggling
When I'm forty
I'm grafting I want money
A big house and a couple cars
Trying to get a happy ending
Like a good massage
You quitters can't understand
I don' think we've taken this
As far as we can
And the critics no longer
Have to debate on who's better
If you ain't with us you ain't part of the plan
I don't really give a f**k
If I sound arrogant or vague
If you're on the come-up
We're the ones standing in your way
All you rappers come up claiming
That you're married to the game
Well the fact is you've been played
'Cos we've been smashing it
From day
I'm not a rapper
I'm the leader of a cult
That will hang you by your big toes
And beat you to pulp
They know I'm coming
They can feel it in my ball
Yeah I'm balls deep in everything
I'm eating 'til I'm full
I've had a couple major labels
Trying to get me on tracks
Probably burned a few bridges
'Cos I said they was wack
Although I need money quick
I won't kneel to these pricks
The whole scene's full of sh*t
Like an intestinal tract
