From the recordings Do This Alone: 2 and Do This Alone: 2
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus] (x2)
These little people think they're holding Kraft back
They need to Wake Up 'cause we don't roll like that
Hate on me but that ain't getting you no-where
So where you gonna go from here?
[Verse 1]
"Oi Kraft, this one dude in Dover says he knows you're shit
Oh yeah? Send him a press-kit, and get it over with
'Cause most these homos at one point have bought the Kraft
I ought to laugh, instead of signing autographs
But fuck it, any promotion is promotion
You'll catch me in the ocean, spitting bars with Dave the Dolphin
And by the time I reach fame, I'll have that much of a big name
I won't have disses on me for not jumping on your mixtape
You dicks hate, for the stupidest reasons
I'm used to these bleeding useless geezers
Asking me to check their music and leave 'em feedback, like I need that
While I'm trying my hardest as an artist to market and release tracks
It's even harder with the state of the economy
Fakes copying me and haters dropping hate onto me
"Wait, drop hate?" yeah, don't you get it?
"Nah" fine, I just said it 'cause it rhymed (haha)
[Chorus] (x2)
These little people think they're holding Kraft back
They need to Wake Up 'cause we don't roll like that
Hate on me but that ain't getting you no-where
So where you gonna go from here?
[Verse 2]
There ain't no equivalent to my brilliance
The illest villain in the village I'm pillaging
Even after having my stomach pumped like Willy Gillagen
I'm still fin to take many a pill again
The fact is, I'm afraid to assume
If I traded places with you I'd probably be hating me too
It's time for you to Wake Up
'Cause all the bars I make up are screaming "PLEASE, APPRECIATE US!"
My brain's like a dismantled aperatus
But the strength in it could juggle like 10 rap potatoes
I'm just freestyling here, I ain't tried to write in a year
'Cause I got better ideas than Guy Pearce
That Gillagen line was a mistake
I know he was into Pot but hey, it ain't a crime to exagerate, is it?
If so, pay my haters a visit
They're guilty of stretching the truth AND the bars they're spitting
[Chorus] (x2)
These little people think they're holding Kraft back
They need to Wake Up 'cause we don't roll like that
Hate on me but that ain't getting you no-where
So where you gonna go from here?
[Verse 3]
My music is too exclusive to release
Shit, every track you heard so far is only 'cause it leaked
Provide the heat bruv, I incubate
But rappers must have gay thoughts, they ain't thinking straight
Bad kids that rap shit
Just get on my nerves like a Puff Daddy adlib (tell 'em Big)
Ain't Jack the Lad but I jack the lads
Then buy myself new shit with the money they had (thanks, fella!)
My mic orgasms when I rhyme on it
That's why the door to the booth has a 'Don't Fuckin Disturb' sign on it
Tear down reps, I'm off my meds
So it's obvious I disobey what a doctor says
Had sex with every girl in my fanbase
Fucked 'em til they had trouble trying to stand straight
Don't give a fuck about a damn age
It's what's inside that counts (yeah, inside her mouth)
[Chorus] (x2)
These little people think they're holding Kraft back
They need to Wake Up 'cause we don't roll like that
Hate on me but that ain't getting you no-where
So where you gonna go from here?