Lyrics Sea Monkeys - Lunar C

Sea Monkeys

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