Skwolla - Lunar C

Fucked in the head

Man don’t grow up in the ends

Show no love to the feds

Fuck your respect

No dough, hungry and vexed

But Polo’d up to the neck

Young mothers in debt

Just blow dole money on sesh

No hope, pushed to the edge

Blaze up when I’m stressed in my zone

Smoke buds of the best by the boatload

Zoogie’s on deck

First at the bar, last one to leave

Still roaming round Bradford and Leeds

Stoned, smelling like backwoods and weed

If you don’t know, you better ask somebody

Ask around, I’m the nicest

Lunar’s the truth, tune after tune

I bang them out like a right left

I’m spazzing out like a spice head

Came up off nothing, I’m high off life

I prophicised this and no one listened

To rebel against my family, I had to get a job and not go to prison

Can’t tell if it’s all in my head

I’m high enough to fall to my death

Tried to test me but you all flopped

The Earth’s not flat, I can’t fall off

From the skwolla, from the dirt

At the bottom nothing on this Earth’s free

If you want it then you’ve gotta work for it

I’m from the skwolla, from the dirt

From the skwolla, from the dirt

At the bottom nothing on this Earth’s free

If you want it then you’ve gotta work for it

I’m from the skwolla, from the dirt

Been through hell, left stronger like a southpaw, yeah

Man are fiending for some real rap, there’s been a drought all year

I was destined, I’m just flexing, my progression’s got me surprised

I got it down to a tee and nailed it, Jesus Christ

I’m on stuff and it’s not drugs

Man I bust up if it’s not love

Keep your gob shut, let them watch us

Man I’m not fussed, I’m the dog’s nuts

You’re not on par with Lunar, I’m barging through

Like Rick Ross at a barbecue

My words come to life off the page like Babadook

Yeah I’m the truth

Why do these fake breddas rap?

They never last, amen to that

No chances left, I’m at their neck

Snapping on rappers like chains getting slapped

to drink like a designated driver

They don’t give me any credit

Maybe I just chose the wrong thing to dedicate my life to

Bullshit, I’m the greatest

I ain’t got no little bit of doubt

Bitch I’ve been around

Listen to me now

I dick them, dick them down

Until I’m in the ground

Willy in your mouth

Wiggle it around

Stick it in and out

And I’m not fussy with it

Still not too good to fuck ugly chicks

Kendrick said his dick ain’t free, well mine fucking is

From the skwolla, from the dirt

At the bottom nothing on this Earth’s free

If you want it then you’ve gotta work for it

I’m from the skwolla, from the dirt

From the skwolla, from the dirt

At the bottom nothing on this Earth’s free

If you want it then you’ve gotta work for it

I’m from the skwolla, from the dirt

Lunar C is an arrogant prick

But I doubt you can prove to me I’m not the illest around

You ain’t heard nothing badder than this in a while

I’ve already told them I’m a man of a million styles

Lunar that flow’s so cold

Yeah tell me something I don’t know bro

When man touch the mic

Their bars don’t match up to mine

Cut them off like no, no, yo

Can’t act like a boss and then talk like you’re still out in the ends shotting

A lot of bi-polar MCs are not very sure if they’re on trapping or being

entrepreneurs

They don’t want me to war with them

Bradfordian, lord willing I don’t do something I regret

Sit back and bite my tongue like a pleb

So what if you’re offended by something I said

Don’t sugarcoat it, they know the flow’s too much to cope with

Just tell the truth, who could’ve wrote this

Other than me, killing beats since 2-double-0−6

Let them hate, I’m not feeling them either

On a grind every day, I don’t fuck with them eediats

I don’t ever sell features

There ain’t a price you can pay me to jump on a weak track

From the skwolla, from the dirt

At the bottom nothing on this Earth’s free

If you want it then you’ve gotta work for it

I’m from the skwolla, from the dirt

From the skwolla, from the dirt

At the bottom nothing on this Earth’s free

If you want it then you’ve gotta work for it

I’m from the skwolla, from the dirt