Lunar C - The Architect of Literature lyrics
[Lunar C - The Architect of Literature lyrics]
My crushed pride says I must
Find an upside to this
Mug's grind 'cos it's hard to be a good guy
When you can't afford a bus
Ride or a push bike, i'm like "fuck life"
Sometimes I could jump right into a
Gunfight with a blunt knife
Too many dumb guys think they can bust rhymes
When they look like butch dikes and get
Tongue tied when they touch mics
Fuck these mindless actors I'm the master
You need to look at yourself
Before you analyse my
Stature like a chiropractor with
A spinal fracture
For nothing when this dude is plotting
There nowt you can do to stop him
My pen gets used as often as
A computer boffin's user login
Use your noggin
I'm sick the head like I got fondled
These fake gangsters are sensitive
Like a dog's nostrils
They swap dongles and bite each
Other like sprog mongrels
My skill's unheard of like a posh hostel
It's the architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, believe
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
The architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, you'll see
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
The architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, agree
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
The architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, indeed
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
Like bukkake I'm coming from all angles
Grip mics like fatties grip fork handles
Understage and let the cord dangle
It's unsightly like your
First school teacher's
Sore ankles in some cork sandals
Your flow's weaker than a phone
Speaker with a broke tweeter
Girls think I'm quite weird like
Hot dogs from Ikea
When I'm near they get a slight
Fear of a spiked beer i'm like "cheers!"
I hit a rapper with a backhand slap
Fuck your brap brap crap
This is flat cap rap
You ain't a gangster, you're dumb
Why you need a shank and a gun?
You got bare money in the bank from your mum
What she really should've give you was
A smack on the bum
The very first day you got
Slack with your tongue
Half homo sapien alien
Four sixes on my cranium
Fuck satan and Damien
It's the architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, believe
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
The architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, you'll see
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
The architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, agree
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
The architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, indeed
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
Yo, yo if you or your family are affected by
The issues raised in this episode
Pick up a telephone or envelope and let 'em
Know that what I said is dope peace
Find an upside to this
Mug's grind 'cos it's hard to be a good guy
When you can't afford a bus
Ride or a push bike, i'm like "fuck life"
Sometimes I could jump right into a
Gunfight with a blunt knife
Too many dumb guys think they can bust rhymes
When they look like butch dikes and get
Tongue tied when they touch mics
Fuck these mindless actors I'm the master
You need to look at yourself
Before you analyse my
Stature like a chiropractor with
A spinal fracture
For nothing when this dude is plotting
There nowt you can do to stop him
My pen gets used as often as
A computer boffin's user login
Use your noggin
I'm sick the head like I got fondled
These fake gangsters are sensitive
Like a dog's nostrils
They swap dongles and bite each
Other like sprog mongrels
My skill's unheard of like a posh hostel
It's the architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, believe
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
The architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, you'll see
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
The architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, agree
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
The architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, indeed
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
Like bukkake I'm coming from all angles
Grip mics like fatties grip fork handles
Understage and let the cord dangle
It's unsightly like your
First school teacher's
Sore ankles in some cork sandals
Your flow's weaker than a phone
Speaker with a broke tweeter
Girls think I'm quite weird like
Hot dogs from Ikea
When I'm near they get a slight
Fear of a spiked beer i'm like "cheers!"
I hit a rapper with a backhand slap
Fuck your brap brap crap
This is flat cap rap
You ain't a gangster, you're dumb
Why you need a shank and a gun?
You got bare money in the bank from your mum
What she really should've give you was
A smack on the bum
The very first day you got
Slack with your tongue
Half homo sapien alien
Four sixes on my cranium
Fuck satan and Damien
It's the architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, believe
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
The architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, you'll see
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
The architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, agree
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
The architect of literature
For narcoleptic listeners, indeed
There ain't nobody half as fresh or similar
Yo, yo if you or your family are affected by
The issues raised in this episode
Pick up a telephone or envelope and let 'em
Know that what I said is dope peace