Fuck Bars

Welcome
Don't really know what to say, but

Ayo, fuck the latest trend
Fuck every little penny that you spend
Fuck the internet and fuck making friends

Fuck celebrating at the end
Fuck starting again
Fuck keeping it fresh, we extend
Fuck a bottle of your finest wine
Fuck the same design
Fuck the shit you've heard a million times
Fuck another rapper feeling my rhymes
Fuck waiting in line
And fuck a hip-hop debate about grime

Fuck every little rule in the book

Fuck a brand new look
Fuck a three minute song with a hook
Fuck fitting in and being mistook
Fuck sounding the same
Fuck a cheap gold medallion chain

Fuck a hustle if it's out in the rain

Fuck fortune and fame
Fuck game, fuck saying my name

Fuck a first class seat on the plane
Fuck a spray painted disc in a frame
Fuck about and catch a kick to the crane
Fuck what most of these idiots say
Fuck a public shame
Fuck a sheep, fuck the streets you claim
Fuck police, fuck being restrained
Fuck the back of the van

Fuck the best-selling popular brand
Fuck being in a crew or band
Fuck rehearsing and having a jam

Fuck promoters if they can't get it 'round
Fuck a big corporate global scam
And fuck Westwood in Afghanistan
Fuck the mainstream playing my shit
Fuck whoever hands the demo tape lands in
If mans ain't saying it's sick
Fuck cashing in and making it quick
Fuck being a blip

Fuck a song about me and my chick
Fuck a track about chips and clips and bits and bobs
You pricks need to get some jobs
Fuck a whole lot of industry bods

Fuck working for peanuts
Fuck rappers thinking they're Jesus

Fuck that and fuck world leaders
And non-believers
Beats get stomped to pieces
Fuck a video full of geezers
Fuck a bunch of bad minds stirring up some shit
When they don't know what the beef is
Fuck a man who just can't leave it
Fuck a bucky blood, I'll hands and feet it

Random sweep it
Stand on your street corner
Talking in a language that'll make you sea sick
And fuck not doing my part
Fuck compromising everything I stand for
And not staying true to the heart

Fuck a little groupie bitch in her arse
Fuck switching my bars
Fuck scarves
Fuck hydraulic cars
Fuck trying to make a tune for the charts

Fuck a whole room full of narcs
How the fuck you representing the craft?
Fuck a hard day's graft, I laugh
And fuck a man who ain't walked that path

Fuck your typical rap
Egotistical, political idiosyncrasies on pitiful tracks
Fuck your lyrical chat
Fuck that, fuck a radio cut

Fuck it up and fuck wheeling it back

Fuck keeping it real
Try keeping it right, you might find
Something inside you'd like to fill
Something we should build
Something bigger than a music deal
Something real that can't be killed

Fuck making a mill
Fuck taking a pill
Fuck being a clone
Fuck staying at home

Fuck being on road
Fuck all of that ch-ch, clap-clap
And shanking up a man over dough
What the fuck do you know?
Fuck a show
Fuck stepping on a toe to be a pro
And fuck you if you ain't feeling the Z-double-O

Fuck the best MC in the world
Fuck his DJ as well
Fuck his label and his teenage girl