Icekream, Mic Righteous, Lunar C - TDRK lyrics

Her majesty kindly requests icekream

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)

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 skill
Cah, you got a car? Right, chill
All anyone can ever say is "ah, nice wheels"

Par, does that car define real?
Nah, bitch, 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
Unit's 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 fuck who you try to tell
So move your dyke 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 pissed 'cause you're shit
Fuck the whip that you're in
I just found out that haters exist

And I laughed so hard that
It gave me a stitch
'Cause you ain't shit, and I just ain't shit
I'm too sick at writing bars
I'm puking profusely
You prick knew this, haters chew dick

You hear the name, I hear the beat
You're air to me be like air and breeze
You ain't welcome here
You motherfuckers don't wear a beat

'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 hell's gates
Fuck 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

Fresh out the country
I don't deal with no fuckery
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
Fuck 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 "fuck off"
You ain't running up on
Anybody with your gunny
We're putting it out, pussy
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 fuck what you think?

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

Draw everyone a head with a marker pen
Bring every motherfucker that is harder than
Mic and Lunar
We kill'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
Cock back from the cemetery and par the rest
And from the arrogant shit you mandem
Are pissed because we actually spitting
You ain't got a fraction of
The passion I give off

Baddest in Britain
Another classic is written
The stars counted and written
They wanna be us
They groupie bitches with D cups
Get on their knees like I'm Jesus

And you can bring your bredrin if she's buff
Free beats while we get the back seat
In the taxi with three sluts
But who's girl is that?

Don't ask me when I'm blind drunk
Bury anybody thinking they can hype up
So don't try, mug

Try luck, find us attacking a sick beat
With a sixteen and sit's clean
The shit's pristine

Make a crew wanna switch teams
When you've been beat
Coming through like Blitzkrieg when
I bring heat

Seeing a split screen, split weave
Shit I mean split wigs
They don't really know 'til we
Went and did this