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letra de tdrk - mic righteous

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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!ll
cah,you got a car? right,chill
all anyone can ever say is “ah,nice wheels”

par,does that car define real?
nah,b-tch,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-ck who you try to tell,so move your dyk- 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 p-ssed ’cause you’re sh-t
f-ck the whip that you’re in
i just found out that haters exist

and i laughed so hard that it gave me a st-tch
’cause you ain’t sh-t,and i just ain’t sh-t
i’m too sick at writing bars,i’m puking profusely
you pr-ck knew this,haters chew d-ck

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-ckers 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 h-ll’s gates
f-ck 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-ckery
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-ck 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 suck 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-ck off”
you ain’t running up on anybody with your gunny
we’re putting it out,p-ssy,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-ck 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-cker that is harder than
mic and lunar,we k!ll’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 death
c-ck back from the cemetery and par the rest
and from the arrogant sh-t you mandem are p-ssed because we actually spitting
you ain’t got a fraction of the p-ssion i give off

-lunar c-
baddest in britain,another cl-ssic is written
the stars counted and written,they wanna be us
they groupie b-tches 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 sl-ts,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-t’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-t i mean split wigs
they don’t really know ’til we went and did this

- mic righteous

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