Lunar C - TDRK lyrics

Her majesty kindly requests Icekream [Hook] What they don't really know,nah? (Nah,they don't really know) They don't really know,nah? (They don't really know) They don't really know,nah? (Nah,they don't really know) They don't really know,nah? (Ha,tell'em) Straight from the country Hate me or love me I'm home grown,I blow smoke If you don't know,don't judge me They don't really know,nah They don't really know so tell'em for me (They don't really know,nah) (They don't really know so tell'em for me) Verse 1: Mic Righteous Right,they don't really know,OK here we go Do they feel me? No Do they fear me? Yes OK we're,the best I been rapping half my life I bet you wish you had half my sk** Cah,you got a car? Right,chill All anyone can ever say is "ah,nice wheels" Par,does that car define real? Nah,b**h,are your eyes sealed? You're a chick with high heels,ain't built for my world Fo'real,you're like girls Just girls that try rap but,like,fail Units moving like snails YouTube,you're doing quite well My views are like yours but times twelve You could tell a story for me but you're telling porkies I don't give a f** who you try to tell,so move your dyke self You wanna diss but you never wanted this Wished that you did but you never threw a dig It's hit or it's miss I think you're just pissed 'cause you're sh** f** the whip that you're in I just found out that haters exist And I laughed so hard that it gave me a stitch 'Cause you ain't sh**,and I just ain't sh** I'm too sick at writing bars,I'm puking profusely You prick knew this,haters chew dick You hear the name,I hear the beat,you're air to me Be like air and breeze,you ain't welcome here You motherf**ers don't wear a beat [Hook] 'Cause I'm straight out the country Hate me or love me I'm homegrown,I show boat If you don't know,don't judge me They don't really know They don't really know,tell'em for me They don't really know They don't really know,tell'em for me Straight out of hell's gates f** a hater,I'm self made I'm homegrown,I show boat I blow smoke out a twelve gauge They don't really know They don't really know,tell'em for me They don't really know They don't really know so tell'em for me (Verse 2: Lunar C) Fresh out the country I don't deal with no f**ery I'm skinny,white and ugly But your girlfriend still loves me I'm hungry,my team's grinding Like we ain't eaten in weeks f** them haters,I par 'em off They ain't got heart for what it takes to be in my league Ya divas can't be me or Righteous,are damaging your egos These geeks don't go harder than we go Your girl loves my stamina and libido Break and bang her from the back and make her scream "oh" They said I'd only go so far unless I water it down I said it's no holds barred Hot-headed with a stone cold heart Determined to keep punching 'til I broke both arms One hand I could count all the rappers I rate And use the other one to give 'em all a smack in the face Selfish and I don't act like I ain't I don't s** up to anybody I happen to name All you gully wannabe rappers'll never talk to me If anybody's saying they're better,tell'em all "f** off" You ain't running up on anybody with your gunny We're putting it out,p**y,you're running your mouth,shut up I see blaggers tryna be,but they ain't But they gain or achieving my aims Fall back,no need for the hate You don't wanna get flattened,don't be in the way Casey Jones in a blue slim Helps me to deal with my mood swings I rep FT and my crew's winning Why would I give a f** what you think? [Hook] Straight out the asylum Running off from the sirens I'm loco,that bozo If you don't know,stop hyping They don't really know They don't really know,tell 'em for me They don't really know They don't really know so tell'em for me Fresh out your Mum's room Stay wavy like monsoons She blows loads,it's so jokes You don't know if that's not true They don't really know They don't really know,tell'em for me They don't really know Nah,they don't really know (Verse 3:Mic Righteous) Draw everyone a head with a marker pen Bring every motherf**er that is harder than Mic and Lunar,we k**'em with the hearts of men I be biling up half a zed,one big spiff,take off Half the head,par the best,let 'em starve to d**h co*k back from the cemetery and par the rest And from the arrogant sh** you mandem are pissed because we actually spitting You ain't got a fraction of the pa**ion I give off -Lunar C- Baddest in Britain,another cla**ic is written The stars counted and written,they wanna be us They groupie b**hes with D cups Get on their knees like I'm Jesus -Mic Righteous- And you can bring your bredrin if she's buff Free beats while we get the back seat In the taxi with three s*uts,but who's girl is that? -Lunar C- Don't ask me when I'm blind drunk Bury anybody thinking they can hype up So don't try,mug -Mic Righteous- Try luck,find us attacking a sick beat With a sixteen and sits clean,the sh**'s pristine -Lunar C- Make a crew wanna switch teams when you've been beat Coming through like Blitzkrieg when I bring heat -Mic Righteous- Seeing a split screen,split weave,sh** I mean split wigs They don't really know 'til we went and did this