Moon Landing de James Blunt

Already baby
Uh

I gotta be nice just to get a grand
So Engine can, get the crowd hyper than a metal band
But you better scram, ‘cause this ain’t Never-Neverland
This is more like war in the desert sand
This ain’t for cats who want synthetic jams
And need to dance just to keep their attention spans (what is it?)
This is on another level fam
That’s why I’m above you laughing pointing down like a pentagram
Getting rich without a credit scam
While y’all tryna cop expensive brands waiting on a pension plan
And I don’t need y’all to lend a hand
Unless you extendеd fam or you share my genetic strands
So fall back, salutе me like Lieutenant Dan
You racing against the Lambo wit’ a rental van
Uh, y’all some newborns bumping heads with rams
You messed up, don’t get touched like a breast exam
Don’t jump in the deep end if you ain’t ever swam
And don’t try to shine next to me unless you wanna get a tan
And don’t you ever ever ever ever plan
To sell me nothing, unless you charging 10 a gram
You think you better than Eng’? You guys is lame
Must be sniffing lines of ‘caine so go and get your sinus drained
My mind sharp, inside my brain I hide a blade
Like a terrorist pilot trained to fly a plane
And you might get slain like Dimebag Darrell and die on stage
When I’m at ya’ show tossing live grenades
Breaking out the lion’s cage in a primal rage
I’ll leave you ripped up like targets at a firing range
In these final days, rolling joints wit’ a Bible page
This is written like Mayans predicting tidal waves
So I choose my fate and decide the way
Just to spit sicker than hybrid strains of viral plagues, get at me

It’s Loes and Eng’, we wolves and y’all are lambs
Whole pack cutting deep, go call ya’ mans
We stay beasting, from Montreal to Van
We can do it on the mic or brawl wit’ hands
It’s Loes and Eng’, we wolves and y’all are lambs
Whole pack cutting deep, go call ya’ mans
We stay beasting, from Montreal to Van
We can do it on the mic or brawl wit’ hands

Flow scorching, blowtorch, heat raising
So on and so forth, cremate ‘em
Who wanna start a riot and get the streets blazing?
Heat pavement and write ya’ name as a keepsake in
Sampler keep hating, PMS and bleed aching
I punch her in the pads, beatmaking
Lease Satan my sedan I was speed-racing
It’s less shady than that van, but he keeps trailing
Hash butter at the Last Supper
Fucker we stoned as hand-craft structures made of sand clusters
Bitch don’t get it confused like love and sex
Coconut bars, bounty so we hunting heads
You think the pen’s for penning verses and nothing less
But fuck with Pesc’ and a Bic quick to puncture necks
Rip off arms, turn you to human bubble vests
Catching bodies hitting skins like a drummer’s sweat
You’re only green as a French salad
Only bread’s a egg sandwich
Your lady say you tough, step faggot
Now control your bitch like a pimp in a sex racket
Or I’ll sew ya’ baby mouth like she born wit’ a cleft palate
Loose cannon, outer space in the booth rapping
Whole time, we been in the studio like the moon landing
Flyer than me? You bet I’m not just laughing
You must be on H like a helicopter landing

It’s Loes and Eng’, we wolves and y’all are lambs
Whole pack cutting deep, go call ya’ mans
We stay beasting, from Montreal to Van
We can do it on the mic or brawl wit’ hands
It’s Loes and Eng’, we wolves and y’all are lambs
Whole pack cutting deep, go call ya’ mans
We stay beasting, from Montreal to Van
We can do it on the mic or brawl wit’ hands