Sea Monkeys - Lunar C

Pretty fly for a white guy

Can’t fuck with me, why try?

I kill them off one at a time

Like Cypress Hill, Boom Biddy Bye Bye

Tryna draw me out 'cause I’m the blueprint

Walking round like I’m the new king

Balling out like I’m not too skint

In the morning I’ll be fucking fuming

I’m off key like a shit singer

You’re off beat, you’re a shit spitter

On a mission, you’ve got tunnel vision

But you’re not seeing the big picture

One of a kind, never outshined

Any MC that I sound like

Must’ve took a few bars off the soundbite

Clowns blinded by pound signs

Don’t act like you’re my friend

They say no man is a island

But I’ma throwback to a time

When they don’t have any rhymes

If your own hand didn’t write 'em

Top five, god level, no contest for these bars

I could shit in a box and sell it as conceptual art

All them rhymes 'bout how you ride out

For your team, better pipe down

Pussy I doubted you, feeling the hype now

When it dies down, you will see all them guys round

Just like clout and they’re leeching, iced out

In a nice house and your team ride or die now

'Til they find out what that means

I just can’t put my pride down

Lie down for the dream

Like counting up sheep

Stepped in with a dead trim

But I’m flexing like I’m the Fresh Prince

Neck drinks 'til my head spins

Rocking leopard print like I’m Bet Lynch

I hit a weak MC talking like he’s raw

I only run from the nee-naw

Big guy threats with your indirects

But you’ve got no bars, what you writing tweets for?

Pull your girl with a knock-off Roley

Odd socks on and my coat’s not Stoney

Hoping she don’t clock that I’ve got no P

Bro, when you’re broke, women don’t wanna know

Been a bad day, I need some sleep

Sniff the sachet of sea monkeys

No kids with fat chains and Jesus pieces

Rinsing tax-payer's free money on a mad one

Heard a little voice telling me to snap on

I’m in the back of my head, get spun 'cause you act cocky

But you rap sloppy, pussy that’s what you get

Everywhere I go they can smell this piff

Key in the car like a jealous bitch

Or a ex who’s pissed off, I’m scheming like a catfish

They don’t know who they’re messing with

Shh you’re a mug, why play the tough guy?

Gun signs for the punchlines when I touch mic

I act on instinct, I don’t think twice

Don’t let me catch you slipping, you’re on thin ice

Can’t outsmart me, more lines on the pad than a house party

And I don’t need a cosign from a rapper or someone to put me on

I want a swimming pool in my living room

Full of women skinny-dipping by the time I’m finished

Dive right in it

Like Kendrick, I want my time to live the high life init

Never got the chance

But my future’s so bright I’m reflecting on my past

No MC from a city ever made it, I’ve been working tryna get it on the map

Lyrics for lyrics, calm

They get shook on stage like a stripper’s arse

They think they’re hard when they’re in the mic booth

On a rampage, can’t see me stopping anytime soon

Been snapping, got nothing in my way

Big man, I block punches with my face

If you ever stand in my way

No second chances, na it’s not a game

In my zone, I just smoked one

The lights are on but no one’s home

Like I’ve gotta grow on

Hold on, keep your feedbacksing me down

I’ve been on my job for a minute now

Won’t see me queuing for no Bathing Ape

They like me for my music, not my image

But I’ve been swagging like I’m Flava Flav

When I walk in they know what time it is

You’ve got no idea, I know hyenas

When I go and see you for that cocaine

We come in packs like that Cali' import

No bring-ins now, we be kicking in doors

How they sleeping when they see me spazzing?

Eat shit and die like GG Allin

It’s a fashion show if you haven’t noticed

Anyone can make it, you don’t need a talent

Very important

Look mate, I tried to give you benefit of fucking doubt, yeah

'Cause I were pissed, yeah

But you are still being a cunt aren’t ya?

It’s twelve-o-clock yeah, and I’ve still not fucking heard from ya

All yesterday, all night

Fuck you and fuck your twenty quid