The Lufian Project - Respect It or Don't

Now feel the blow, like a shotgun to your brain
Like Kurt Cobain, I know you've heard that saying
And I'm flirting with fame but reversing the game
Cause every word is the same, every verse is the same
This universe is insane, thinking this shit's good music
But what is good music?
When you sit there and produce it, put your heart in the music
Blood, sweat and mucus, test your brain till you lose it
Mind snapped like a toothpick, sinking like a cruise ship
Wait till you hear my new shit, I finally got the blueprint
To kill these stupid rappers that get the music and abuse it
These bitches need to be muted, my French excuse it but I gotta spit that true shit
Unlike the new shit, the ruthless new kid is back and the shoes fit
If you're new to this, I bet you're thinking, who's this?
Now feel the blow from the hectic flow
From the electric crow, the infected grows
Now feel the blow from the hectic flow
I'm reckless, I wreck shit, respect it or don't
Now feel the blow from the hectic flow
From the electric crow, the infected grows
Now feel the blow from the hectic flow
I'm reckless, I wreck shit, respect it or don't
Now feel the blow blow from the hectic flow
From the electric crow crow, the infected grows
Now feel the blow blow from the hectic flow
See I'm reckless, I wreck shit, respect it or don't
Feel the blow blow from the hectic flow
From the electric crow crow, the infected grows
Now feel the blow blow from the hectic flow
See I'm reckless, I wreck shit, respect it or don't
This is just confronting bars for you hard
mother fucker, puta madres
My ill saviour album will take you through my dark days
And yes, I've had some dark days
And my farts take a longer time than it takes me to write this rhyme
And I'm not tripping of course I'm fucking fine
Like Bart's face, I'll leave you looking yellow
I'm a different type of fellow with the flow that's nice and mellow
And I'm building like a lego but I'm trapped like a gecko
So I find myself repeating, repeating myself like an echo
Like an echo, let's go, this that techno?
No this is that hip hop and the fucking shit's hot
Never had a piss pot, reach for the spliff pot
Ashley in my ashtray, fuck it it's Saturday
Let's throw the map away, get lost in the trees
Girl throw the chat away and get on top of me please
I can offer you EES, I got Xannies for the fanny
If you take away my stress I'll shout you out at the Grammys
Oh damn me, being too honest again
If my problems offend you, if it don't move you
Then move to a tune that's more suitable for you then groove
Whatever makes you happy, don't cry about my music
I ain't got time to change your nappy
Cos you're taking the piss, your fucking fakeness makes me sick
I'll just jump off a cliff, dive into the abyss,
And I had an epiphany, facing F-E-A-R-S,
Yes, thinking ahead like chess
While getting head, feeling her breasts while feeling a mess
Skunk weed on my breath, producing seeds in my bed
But abortions instead, the endorphins are the best
Feeling awful till I'm dead, the other me said
Fuck it, cover me in red, cos I ain't talking about death
I'm talking about love, even if it's from above
Or from a girl that lets me rub, I don't give a fuck just give me it
Cos I live for it, I spit for it, the reason I don't slit my wrist,
For fuck's sake, here I go again, talking about killing myself again, fucking good one mate
All I do when I write bars is talk about how I hate everyone
But to be honest the listeners probably don't even know
How much I talk about it
Cos I take so long to put out my music, especially my new shit
People don't even know that I wrote half of the second album before I wrote this shit
And you haven't even put out your first album
And you wonder why they're sleeping on you like Valiums
Just drop it, you know you can easily top it
Don't worry about the P, just follow your dreams and get your meals later
Blow their minds with the ill saviour

Written by:
Lloyd Grey

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