Mud Sun - The Fallout lyrics

Damn I never heard a man so self-righteous Like you're rapping to audition for Nobel prizes Plus, you're always riding on my coat-tails in cyphers But there's no real bite to it So it feels lifeless And what do you feel? The squeeze of rising hotel prices? The fact you'll finish life in a home for failed writers? My folktales are timeless Your essays make my skin crawl That review was right Hearing you spit's like chewing tinfoil Hey, at least I'm not afraid to be reviewed Man, your attitude is like "I'm gonna cry if I get a bad review" And that's the truth Man you're so sensitive I can't throw away a plastic spoon Without putting you in a nasty mood Rather that than you A hippie kid with Nazi views you hide Your sense of irony is like your sense of music Not too refined Well all I hear from you is like "It's revolution bruv! But I forgot what the best solution was So, uh, let's do some d**!" No Let's do some music to amuse men in suits And rock shows for twats And crack in-jokes for stock brokers So I'm supposed to apologize Cause I want a life with real flair And you want to volunteer to sit in a wheelchair Cause it feels fair? C'mon You see, you say you're liberal But really you'd stand aside as the cripple suffers You'd rather strong market and Business competition than justice Jibbering nonsense You feel smug because of your guilty conscience When you're just another hypocrite rebel Living in Suss** And you're another privileged muppet bruv It's clear you're twice as smug as me You must be In five years you'll inherit your daddy's company Too bad It must be humbling to know you had to come to me To get a record made after eight years as a bum MC Brother please You're lucky to be in Mud Sun with me That is so typically arrogant I made that name You just make the stage shows embarra**ing Otherwise you'd still be humming over fluffy dub beats Talking about the people's struggle While you're living comfortably Man that's bloody weak Better than weak blooded Speaking on politics So molly-coddled that You run to mom for cuddles if You get muddy feet Now that's really funny To someone who planted a million trees While you were running with the druggy clique However many thesises you read you'll never change Just thinking of something clever to say To entertain people like you What a geek Dissing my thesis cause you need To reject anything different From your illiterate speeches I'm sick of it Must have been an idiot to think That this crew could do something different With a prick in it like you And your attitude to women isn't loose It's disrespectful I've never heard of such a blatant perv claiming intellectual Hey Dizraeli, get some testicles You don't seem to see yourself at all No really, it's pathetic though Insensitive insensible You've got your girlfriend's feminism Incapable of ever listening to anything Up in your mouth like ventriloquism Anything but your own position And you're not defending those women And when you're drunk You're worse You're detestable You're just jealous cause I go home with them! You think your penis is as big as your pedestal Oh hey, here we go It's weird though You claim to champion the underdog Here comes the preacher flow... But you wander of to shag it If you think its bum is hot Come on Once again you want to pretend A woman is a victim Why? Cause she has some fun in a bed You're numb in the head, geez Cause a woman is s**y Or someone is a victim just cause Someone has more and someone has less Doesn't mean she wants your affection Your infection You wanna dumb a test Just cause someone gets less Than a hundred percent Your me me pestering Your erection Or censor rap so it doesn't offend? Don't tell me you're not a hater Your justice is just this The lowest common denominator And yours is uncannily similar to Stalin and Hitler And any other dictator that happens to fit in the picture Your casual references to Nazism Show disrespect to their actual victims Just like your vapid activism A version of reality That purges the weak savagely Whatever A hell for the majority A paradise for predators Survival of the fittest right? Survival of the six foot five White male with a checkbook signed By dad and a sick look in his eye Man I'm sick of this ridiculous fight Man I'm sick of these clashes Your constant hypocritical victim's rights discussions The farce this is becoming Your insipid accusations of fascism I'm ashamed to be a**ociated With an a**hole that sticks to nothing And predictable judgements Who stands for nothing But diluted establishment mutterings I get physically sick When I hear you riff on political subjects And it is a fascist That hides behind your liberal frontage In fact I'm finished with it I'm finished with it Man f** this