Lyrics 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 fleek
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

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

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
[?] god 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