Lunar C - SB.TV Warm Up Sessions lyrics

Yeah, still always into something Kush in a strawberry vanilla blunt skin So zoned out, smoke clouds they'll be filling London I rolled down with something funky in my bud tin And stunk up the tube with my headphones bumping For those who don't know, Lunar C's my name The other day Jamal called me like, "Ayy We want you to do a video for beats by Dre" I thought, "sh**, this must be my day," Let me set it off, so flylingual and swagnificently fresh I've got your girlfrind giving me free head like the Devil's dog Just when you thought it was safe, I took your audience away They look in awe and amazement, they my aura on stage Bruv you should call it a day Need to come clean and stop chatting f**ery But if having haters is what happens when you succeed I mustn't be doing very well cause everybody loves me Nah I'm joking, I've been seeing some hate But that don't stand for sh**, like the C in my name And I'm getting 'nuff loves and respect Coz I'm young, hungry and fresh Good looking and blessed, but f**ed up in the head On my last video on SB, I murked a dealer on it So I didn't wanna talk about weed to be completely honest But this beat's from Chronic so that's got to be the topic We be smoking, hang glider high on a trip I was zoning and flatlined when I hit the spliff So I've been stoned since a past life I'm high spirited I'm so laid back my pa**port photo is landscape You posers act gay, in my backpack I've got some rope so act brave I'll tie a loop and leave you hanging like I don't do handshakes And f** your whole movement your rep is undeserved And I'm not listening to your bullsh** I'm unconcerned I stick my dick in the ground like "f** the World" And f** that pause-punch style that you clones are spitting Like "You ain't got no bars, open prison" You hate me because my accent and my flow is different? You ain't even got the brains to have your own opinion I go the distance cause I'm so persistent And I can do anything, there ain't no restriction. I've got Nothing against the Pope or Christians but I've got my own religion On top of that I control the solar system f** with Lunar C and what do you think will happen? I'll take a steroid and do pull-ups on the rings of Saturn That iller rapping Northern kid that stinks of Ganj And still rocks his clothes bare baggy like it's still in fashion The other day someone set me up I was getting rushed, but when I looked at them they ended up Running away because my eyebrows are hench as f** Do beware, act rude and there'll be fists flying through the air You can lean back or get spun like you're sat at a computer chair These dudes are scared like a virgin playing truth or dare My thoughts are outside the box like female pubic hair, yeah I'm so ga**ed up, I payed an entry fee to join my own fan club Yeah I'm so co*ky when my album drops I'll buy it and sign my own copy Don't watch me the flows Godly, I'm so mean I'll take a whole sleeve of Codeine and won't even OD Nah I'm joking I just smoke weed, I blow trees Cause this 9 to 5 has got Lunar stressing Cause rhyming's my true profession While the rest are giving up and finding a new profession My minds in a future tense I'm still trying to improve perfection I need a chick on my arm with fat titties and arse Busting out her knickers and bra like Nicki Minaj And I'm gonna rap till I make a billion I'll move abroad and buy my family a separate building Or I could buy my cars and Rihanna and Keri Hilson look after my seven children I stand out, you blend in to the back ground Rap's answer to Pacquiao and I don't even need to block cause I'm the best hands down