Call It - Wizard, Jack Flash, Lunar C

Yahw… Lunar C!

Yo!

Whether it’s a stand on my diddick

Or fags ranting like bitches

Everyone’s either a fan or a critique attracted to gimmicks

Don’t worry if I left the tag on my fitted cap it’s just image

I’ve got the receipt about to take it back in a minute

They think coz I ain’t always positive

I’m rapping bout the wrong stuff

And I only talk about smoking weed

Or getting my cock sucked

Pussy keep your gob shut

Or you’re gonna be a concious rapper with your concussed

I signed a deal with myself and it’s set in stone

I don’t watch these gossips like episodes of a petty soap

My life’s a movie, everyone but me’s an extra so

I ain’t quittin' till them motherfuckin' credits role

They’re just a bunch of scared fake G’s

With their brain schemes

And still had the bare faced cheek

To dare hate me

You’re a joke go and FUCK yourself

And anyone who helped your head

Grow to the point you couldn’t tell

What every idiot with an opinion continues to share it

I don’t sit and pretend that I’m interested in their shit

I just get up and walk outta the room

And if in an hour or two

I come back and he’s still talkin'

I’ll knock him out of his shoes

So thank you for coming but thank you more for leavin'

You boring me and you fuckin' slow like a tortoise breedin'

I’m torn between the peace and the violence

So don’t be the least bit surprised

If I beat you, black out and completely deny it

Each of these eejits are easy to figure out

These dickheads think the shit that they spout

Literally counts

When it doesn’t

And not for nothing

They’re just a drop in the ocean

But they constantly moanin'

About how nothing is dope

And if they just stopped for a moment

And took a step outta the box they were closed in

They’d see their minds a lock

They’re not gonna open

If they don’t give someone some props as a token

It’s gonna cost them their soul and

All of this hate is gonna stop them from growin'

So call me what you want

Call me what you wish

I call it down the middle

You should it quits

If you call me out

I just call you bitch

Then I call your bitch

And she call in sick

Home alone on some Macaulay Culkin shit

She call it amazing

I just call it dick

On alcoholic tips

All I hear recalling it

And you don’t do fuck all I just call it how it is

Spiteful geeks gunnin'

While my teams hustlin'

We’re tryna be somethin'

While you mean mug it

They talk about your music and tell you they think it’s fresh

Then go and disrespect you on the internet

Sick of gettin' hounded for collabo’s from rappers I won’t cypher with

When they meet me they act like they’ve waited their whole life for it

I know why they’re shit

But don’t ride my dick

I get the beat tell them it’s ill and they won’t write to it

The fact you only know me as a battler’s fustratin'

I’ve done a couple but I’ve been rambling on stages

And smashing it for ages

Oh, so apparently I’m hatin'

Cuz my personality’s abrasive

That’s only coz I run round of the city shoutin'

«BRADFORD!»

in their faces

Somebody call the police

I’m drunk and disorderly

Frontin' and causin' beef

Any tenner penny rapper gets headbutted for talking brute

And I’m quit givin' a shit bout how others feel

Fuck em' all

They said there’s no way I could appeal

The can suck my balls

Just coz I’m from Huddersfield

That means that I’m stuck up north?

Never get a fuckin' deal?

Never get no club support?

Never get no radio play

Those ain’t on no Maida Vale

No major labels

No J-Lo hook

No say those

No way Jose

Yo!

It’s just the same old same old

You couch potatoes

Only ever stay home

Never play the game but love to commentate though

Suffering Suckatash

Pucker' up and suck my shaft

You’ll never see me comin'

Like nuttin' in a bubble bath

I used to be humble that

Never got me anywhere

Like tryna fuck with a girl who was frigid as December air

You can see my temper flare

Temple tearing out my head

You’re way too tender to contend

When the temperature’s in the red

So instead of running your mouth

Run in your house

Quit speculating on shit you know nothing about

So call me what you want

Call me what you wish

I call it down the middle

You should it quits

If you call me out

I just call you bitch

Then I call your bitch

And she call in sick

Home alone on some Macaulay Culkin shit

She call it amazing

I just call it dick

On alcoholic tips

All are here recalling it

And you don’t do fuck all I just call it how it is

Call how it is…

How it is…