Foul Songtext

von Chip

Foul Lyrics
I never once said fuck grime,
The clock kept ticking i just moved with the times.
Im smarter thats why i do better,
So dont act clever,
The insound changed i never.
I mc on anything i want,
I spit on something wack,
I make it something hot.
I got everything these mcs slyly want, so not one of you noughts could ever make me cross.
My mouth wasnt born with a silver spoon in,
Not everybody made it in the hood i grew in.
Im still so young but ive achieved so much,
It probably hurts alot of grown men see me moving & as with all the little boys, well there just little boys.
I got a massive buzz, your making little noise.
I love all my fans especially the girls and to everyone who loves me, i love me aswell.
THIS BEAT IS FOUL.
Deserves two yellow cards, send it off im going hard. with each & every bar.
P.s im a star.
I'm a shampoo above ya'
Yeah head and shoulders,
I'm tryna be the coolest, tryna be the rollest
Lying for the camera, thought i wouldn't notice
Internet G's b-b-b-bonkers.
I'm super duper cool, i am never on a hype
I'm super duper fly, all they know is nike.
I come from in a turtle-neck, plain but nice
Peep down the side you see a tiny red stripe.
All i really know how to be is myself
I never tried changing my image just to sell.
I wanted to be famous.
I wanted lots of trainers.
Used to save up for a pair now i buy the whole shelf.

A lot of things have changed since back in the days
The best chat-up line i've got now is my face.
One man soldier, i'm in my own lane
So beating me's impossible but joining me's the same.
THIS BEAT IS FOUL.
Deserves two yellow cards, send it off im going hard. with each & every bar.
Let me pick up the voice.
Check, check it, listen.
I am not a postman, prick
I don't need to know what your postcode is.
And don't tell me you're on your 'ting
N***a, i ain't tryna know what your 'ting is.
See the grease tour, i ain't tryna listen
Munk's stepping up they wanna diss him.
But he can't ask the last man he violated,
What happened 'cause coincidently he's missing.
I'm just saying
I am not playing
I mean we ain't playing
We are A R
And you'se are just aren'ts; as in are not's
You are not G's; you are not flee,
Certainly you're not me
So don't diss me if you can't make a better song
And if it ain't CM, you got the letters wrong.
Cash motivations we go hard
For the alphabet minus A R.
THIS BEAT IS FOUL.
Deserves two yellow cards, go on, send it off im going hard. with each & every bar, G.
THIS BEAT IS FOUL.
Deserves TEN yellow cards, send it off i'm going hard. n***a, fuck you i'm a star! check