Mr. Krane - Lights Out lyrics
[Mr. Krane - Lights Out lyrics]
I miss the days when music
Critics weren't incredibly dumb
When after seeing Grammy winners I
Didn’t need to get drunk
When all you had to do was
Music made not only for charts
When industry was not so fucked
And now we see only scum
Selling their asses for fags to
Grab this damn number one 600000 a week
But what the fuck on your mind?
You grab the Grammy for rapping but
I don't see decent rhymes
Where did the old Kendrick go?
What the fuck happened, lamar?
Mad city changed you, Kung Fu
Kenny worth a penny, but I
Won't give you this
I wish I had the chance to go back in time
And fuck me up just for a thought about, uh
Buying your crap
The masks are falling down, Messiah
Now I’m freezing your butt
Not rich, not kid
I'm not so good at spitting raps about life
But I will not have a
Record with motherfucker like that
I thought you are above this shit
But better try not to breathe
Congratulations, with "New Freezer" you
Destroyed your career
Cross Trafalgar Square, Kenny over here
Fuck him up in there
Yo, say fuck the chorus, fuck the trends
Then say goodbye to the charts
Instead of doing shit I choose
To be incredibly smart
Prefer to be a bitter pill and
Not to have a sweet heart
I start to motherfucking push instead
Of pushing to start
Who do we have right now
Fuckers? Rappers that do not rap
These motherfucking kids worth nothing
Rockstars full of damn crack
Just like the sound of their necks when
I take a step on their plaques
They were so hard to earn in 90's
Cut that fucking shit back!
You start forgetting legends, kids
And now here comes the payback
I'm the ambassador of conscious rap
It's only a fact
My reasoned thinking doesn't let me
Call you bitches and fags
Without the fucking reason
But I got a bag full of that
You fucking jerks cannot remember 1995
The year of death of gangsta rap
"Poverty's Paradise" -
The one and only album of 90s deserving Gram-
Mys just for being a rap record
Click and clack
Sleep on this and stare, looking up on here
I'll be down there
Three verses in the row
My mind is working really quicker
Than Uzi Vert recording songs, but fuck him
Let him eat shit
Fuck being humble, I’m so tired
I’m so fucking sleepless
Insomnia is killing me just
Like your damn playlist, bitch
I'm fucking tired of my crew
With family feuds and problems
My love galore is full of whores
That fuck the mumble rappers
They don’t know shit 'bout loyalty but
Love the backs of bouncers
This not the story of OJ
But I'm that yellow bastard
The flower boys with Layla's wisdom
Act so fucking sassy
They shit on faces of the blacks
It’s only for the culture
The gods make world go round by
Spinning up forth and backwards
I guess you didn't understand the
Words but most of rappers
That feel my flow and understand
Why I'm so damn insane
Tell fuckers that I'm yet to come
To bring me back this game
Say fuck to similarity and
Calm down my migraine
And try cosplaying Drake's recording
Nothing was the same
I'm offensive, yeah, if you fucking care
I'll be over there
Critics weren't incredibly dumb
When after seeing Grammy winners I
Didn’t need to get drunk
When all you had to do was
Music made not only for charts
When industry was not so fucked
And now we see only scum
Selling their asses for fags to
Grab this damn number one 600000 a week
But what the fuck on your mind?
You grab the Grammy for rapping but
I don't see decent rhymes
Where did the old Kendrick go?
What the fuck happened, lamar?
Mad city changed you, Kung Fu
Kenny worth a penny, but I
Won't give you this
I wish I had the chance to go back in time
And fuck me up just for a thought about, uh
Buying your crap
The masks are falling down, Messiah
Now I’m freezing your butt
Not rich, not kid
I'm not so good at spitting raps about life
But I will not have a
Record with motherfucker like that
I thought you are above this shit
But better try not to breathe
Congratulations, with "New Freezer" you
Destroyed your career
Cross Trafalgar Square, Kenny over here
Fuck him up in there
Yo, say fuck the chorus, fuck the trends
Then say goodbye to the charts
Instead of doing shit I choose
To be incredibly smart
Prefer to be a bitter pill and
Not to have a sweet heart
I start to motherfucking push instead
Of pushing to start
Who do we have right now
Fuckers? Rappers that do not rap
These motherfucking kids worth nothing
Rockstars full of damn crack
Just like the sound of their necks when
I take a step on their plaques
They were so hard to earn in 90's
Cut that fucking shit back!
You start forgetting legends, kids
And now here comes the payback
I'm the ambassador of conscious rap
It's only a fact
My reasoned thinking doesn't let me
Call you bitches and fags
Without the fucking reason
But I got a bag full of that
You fucking jerks cannot remember 1995
The year of death of gangsta rap
"Poverty's Paradise" -
The one and only album of 90s deserving Gram-
Mys just for being a rap record
Click and clack
Sleep on this and stare, looking up on here
I'll be down there
Three verses in the row
My mind is working really quicker
Than Uzi Vert recording songs, but fuck him
Let him eat shit
Fuck being humble, I’m so tired
I’m so fucking sleepless
Insomnia is killing me just
Like your damn playlist, bitch
I'm fucking tired of my crew
With family feuds and problems
My love galore is full of whores
That fuck the mumble rappers
They don’t know shit 'bout loyalty but
Love the backs of bouncers
This not the story of OJ
But I'm that yellow bastard
The flower boys with Layla's wisdom
Act so fucking sassy
They shit on faces of the blacks
It’s only for the culture
The gods make world go round by
Spinning up forth and backwards
I guess you didn't understand the
Words but most of rappers
That feel my flow and understand
Why I'm so damn insane
Tell fuckers that I'm yet to come
To bring me back this game
Say fuck to similarity and
Calm down my migraine
And try cosplaying Drake's recording
Nothing was the same
I'm offensive, yeah, if you fucking care
I'll be over there