My pen
Will put the story together
Go grab your umbrella
Cos it
Might not be Mayweather
But my punches will rain in you forever
Coming from the quill with a feather
Don't
Wanna see me off my tether
Got me
Spraying bars in the Meta
Not the same tech firm
I'm gonna pepper
(Yeah)
Pepper and Stew
You thought I was coming for you?
Nah, I'm gunning for the other two
Cos I don't have the bandwidth
To fit you on the tune
(Would be a waste)
I mean of course I do
But I'd just rather
Shut down the bullies in the room
Gonna put them in a tomb
Send them to their doom
It's all lyrical of course
Cos I'm not tryna see police force
Those pricks are her fam and in-laws
But I'll rightsize them in due course
Yo I'm not gonna lie
The pork bitch is gonna get fried (haha)
But first on the plate (who? who?)
Your dickhead mate
42 and he acts like a yute
No my guy
You're not that dude
Always moving like
You're the king in the room
Probably cos you're always
Snorting coke in the loo
Aaron sniffs up
Before meetings too
Seen white drip from your nose
Like a flu
You must be ill
For dropping them slurs
The karma's on route prick
You're holding this verse (hold that)
Microaggression (f*ck off)
You don't wanna see me with aggression (grrr)
Cos when I cook you in the session
You will feel shots from my Wesson
And I don't mean a gun (nope)
I mean my pen (yep)
We'll put these racist pricks to an end
So come have a laugh
And catch a vibe
To the sounds of a black man
Killing their pride (that's right)
Yeah I'm killing their pride
I'm from the ends but I don't need to ride
I just pick up and write
Cos my words lethal like cyanide
Crackhead if you find that in your white
You'll die from your lines
But have some of mine
Sarft little prick
Said the N-word twice
So I'm coming with the bars
That will bun his whole life
Astaghfurillah for your wifey too
Married this fake Muslim
Named him Harun
Habibti, save your commission soon
Gonna need them P's
For the therapy room
Since your man's a psycho sadistic twat
We all know I'm spitting FACTS
Your hubby moves sexual
With bare different man
Screaming that he's Muslim
When that shit's haram
Microaggression (f*ck off)
You don't wanna see me with aggression (grrr)
Cos when I cook you in the session
You will feel shots from my Wesson
And I don't mean a gun (nope)
I mean my pen (yep)
We'll put these racist pricks to an end
So come have a laugh
And catch a vibe
To the sounds of a black man
Killing their pride (that's right)
Yeah I'm killing their pride
It sounded so good
I had to say it twice
(Tell 'em again)
Imma drag that pig to the altar
And flames her
Call it sacrifice
Met Police scum
So harsh bars will suffice
(Little piggy)
Becs, it's not gonna be nice
When my words crawl
Through your head like your lice
Call me the piper
You're gonna pay the price
Boasting that your fam
Fetch bodies from the Thames
My uncle was killed in there
By one of dem
Took you to the side
To address that fact
But you cried:
Hating feds is the same as hating blacks?
Then you claimed
Africans have never been on planes
So I'm dishing out jabs, bitch
You're gonna feel pain
(In the belly)
You're gonna wish
That you stayed in your lane
But you're probably too big
For it to fit around your frame
(Fat ting)
How've you got so much chat?
(Like for real)
When you look like that?
(It's not pretty)
Instead of bragging about Five-O
(Them nonces)
Stop baking a lose 5-0
(KG!)
Fetish on your bumble
You like Black Man
(Ironic)
Mandem
Never bring her back to your fam
(Why?)
Cos you have your mumsy
Crying on the phone like
"Ah, my son brought an ugly pig home"
(Ah pele now)
Yeah, I'm cutting off domes
That's what you pricks get
For racial undertones
Chatting this shit
On my melanin tone
But I'm pissing on you
With my sauce and my flow
Dancing while you two
Get bodied on the low
You culture vultures
Best stay in your zone (stay there)
And remember (mmhmm)
I'm a young black king
And I'm here just chilling on my throne
These people wanna talk to me about jollof rice
(I'm just chilling on my throne)
Or try and show off about which black artists they know
(Don't get in my zone)
But then they say these things to black people?
(Cos I'll take if you dome)
When you think about our culture
Just remember
You got smoked on this track, yeah
Dickheads
DMSTR - Microaggression Lyrics
DMSTR - Microaggression Lyrics
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My pen
Will put the story together
Go grab your umbrella
Cos it
Might not be Mayweather
But my punches will rain in you forever
Coming from the quill with a feather
Don't
Wanna see me off my tether
Got me
Spraying bars in the Meta
Not the same tech firm
I'm gonna pepper
(Yeah)
Pepper and Stew
You thought I was coming for you?
Nah, I'm gunning for the other two
Cos I don't have the bandwidth
To fit you on the tune
(Would be a waste)
I mean of course I do
But I'd just rather
Shut down the bullies in the room
Gonna put them in a tomb
Send them to their doom
It's all lyrical of course
Cos I'm not tryna see police force
Those pricks are her fam and in-laws
But I'll rightsize them in due course
Yo I'm not gonna lie
The pork bitch is gonna get fried (haha)
But first on the plate (who? who?)
Your dickhead mate
42 and he acts like a yute
No my guy
You're not that dude
Always moving like
You're the king in the room
Probably cos you're always
Snorting coke in the loo
Aaron sniffs up
Before meetings too
Seen white drip from your nose
Like a flu
You must be ill
For dropping them slurs
The karma's on route prick
You're holding this verse (hold that)
Microaggression (f*ck off)
You don't wanna see me with aggression (grrr)
Cos when I cook you in the session
You will feel shots from my Wesson
And I don't mean a gun (nope)
I mean my pen (yep)
We'll put these racist pricks to an end
So come have a laugh
And catch a vibe
To the sounds of a black man
Killing their pride (that's right)
Yeah I'm killing their pride
I'm from the ends but I don't need to ride
I just pick up and write
Cos my words lethal like cyanide
Crackhead if you find that in your white
You'll die from your lines
But have some of mine
Sarft little prick
Said the N-word twice
So I'm coming with the bars
That will bun his whole life
Astaghfurillah for your wifey too
Married this fake Muslim
Named him Harun
Habibti, save your commission soon
Gonna need them P's
For the therapy room
Since your man's a psycho sadistic twat
We all know I'm spitting FACTS
Your hubby moves sexual
With bare different man
Screaming that he's Muslim
When that shit's haram
Microaggression (f*ck off)
You don't wanna see me with aggression (grrr)
Cos when I cook you in the session
You will feel shots from my Wesson
And I don't mean a gun (nope)
I mean my pen (yep)
We'll put these racist pricks to an end
So come have a laugh
And catch a vibe
To the sounds of a black man
Killing their pride (that's right)
Yeah I'm killing their pride
It sounded so good
I had to say it twice
(Tell 'em again)
Imma drag that pig to the altar
And flames her
Call it sacrifice
Met Police scum
So harsh bars will suffice
(Little piggy)
Becs, it's not gonna be nice
When my words crawl
Through your head like your lice
Call me the piper
You're gonna pay the price
Boasting that your fam
Fetch bodies from the Thames
My uncle was killed in there
By one of dem
Took you to the side
To address that fact
But you cried:
Hating feds is the same as hating blacks?
Then you claimed
Africans have never been on planes
So I'm dishing out jabs, bitch
You're gonna feel pain
(In the belly)
You're gonna wish
That you stayed in your lane
But you're probably too big
For it to fit around your frame
(Fat ting)
How've you got so much chat?
(Like for real)
When you look like that?
(It's not pretty)
Instead of bragging about Five-O
(Them nonces)
Stop baking a lose 5-0
(KG!)
Fetish on your bumble
You like Black Man
(Ironic)
Mandem
Never bring her back to your fam
(Why?)
Cos you have your mumsy
Crying on the phone like
"Ah, my son brought an ugly pig home"
(Ah pele now)
Yeah, I'm cutting off domes
That's what you pricks get
For racial undertones
Chatting this shit
On my melanin tone
But I'm pissing on you
With my sauce and my flow
Dancing while you two
Get bodied on the low
You culture vultures
Best stay in your zone (stay there)
And remember (mmhmm)
I'm a young black king
And I'm here just chilling on my throne
These people wanna talk to me about jollof rice
(I'm just chilling on my throne)
Or try and show off about which black artists they know
(Don't get in my zone)
But then they say these things to black people?
(Cos I'll take if you dome)
When you think about our culture
Just remember
You got smoked on this track, yeah
Dickheads
Will put the story together
Go grab your umbrella
Cos it
Might not be Mayweather
But my punches will rain in you forever
Coming from the quill with a feather
Don't
Wanna see me off my tether
Got me
Spraying bars in the Meta
Not the same tech firm
I'm gonna pepper
(Yeah)
Pepper and Stew
You thought I was coming for you?
Nah, I'm gunning for the other two
Cos I don't have the bandwidth
To fit you on the tune
(Would be a waste)
I mean of course I do
But I'd just rather
Shut down the bullies in the room
Gonna put them in a tomb
Send them to their doom
It's all lyrical of course
Cos I'm not tryna see police force
Those pricks are her fam and in-laws
But I'll rightsize them in due course
Yo I'm not gonna lie
The pork bitch is gonna get fried (haha)
But first on the plate (who? who?)
Your dickhead mate
42 and he acts like a yute
No my guy
You're not that dude
Always moving like
You're the king in the room
Probably cos you're always
Snorting coke in the loo
Aaron sniffs up
Before meetings too
Seen white drip from your nose
Like a flu
You must be ill
For dropping them slurs
The karma's on route prick
You're holding this verse (hold that)
Microaggression (f*ck off)
You don't wanna see me with aggression (grrr)
Cos when I cook you in the session
You will feel shots from my Wesson
And I don't mean a gun (nope)
I mean my pen (yep)
We'll put these racist pricks to an end
So come have a laugh
And catch a vibe
To the sounds of a black man
Killing their pride (that's right)
Yeah I'm killing their pride
I'm from the ends but I don't need to ride
I just pick up and write
Cos my words lethal like cyanide
Crackhead if you find that in your white
You'll die from your lines
But have some of mine
Sarft little prick
Said the N-word twice
So I'm coming with the bars
That will bun his whole life
Astaghfurillah for your wifey too
Married this fake Muslim
Named him Harun
Habibti, save your commission soon
Gonna need them P's
For the therapy room
Since your man's a psycho sadistic twat
We all know I'm spitting FACTS
Your hubby moves sexual
With bare different man
Screaming that he's Muslim
When that shit's haram
Microaggression (f*ck off)
You don't wanna see me with aggression (grrr)
Cos when I cook you in the session
You will feel shots from my Wesson
And I don't mean a gun (nope)
I mean my pen (yep)
We'll put these racist pricks to an end
So come have a laugh
And catch a vibe
To the sounds of a black man
Killing their pride (that's right)
Yeah I'm killing their pride
It sounded so good
I had to say it twice
(Tell 'em again)
Imma drag that pig to the altar
And flames her
Call it sacrifice
Met Police scum
So harsh bars will suffice
(Little piggy)
Becs, it's not gonna be nice
When my words crawl
Through your head like your lice
Call me the piper
You're gonna pay the price
Boasting that your fam
Fetch bodies from the Thames
My uncle was killed in there
By one of dem
Took you to the side
To address that fact
But you cried:
Hating feds is the same as hating blacks?
Then you claimed
Africans have never been on planes
So I'm dishing out jabs, bitch
You're gonna feel pain
(In the belly)
You're gonna wish
That you stayed in your lane
But you're probably too big
For it to fit around your frame
(Fat ting)
How've you got so much chat?
(Like for real)
When you look like that?
(It's not pretty)
Instead of bragging about Five-O
(Them nonces)
Stop baking a lose 5-0
(KG!)
Fetish on your bumble
You like Black Man
(Ironic)
Mandem
Never bring her back to your fam
(Why?)
Cos you have your mumsy
Crying on the phone like
"Ah, my son brought an ugly pig home"
(Ah pele now)
Yeah, I'm cutting off domes
That's what you pricks get
For racial undertones
Chatting this shit
On my melanin tone
But I'm pissing on you
With my sauce and my flow
Dancing while you two
Get bodied on the low
You culture vultures
Best stay in your zone (stay there)
And remember (mmhmm)
I'm a young black king
And I'm here just chilling on my throne
These people wanna talk to me about jollof rice
(I'm just chilling on my throne)
Or try and show off about which black artists they know
(Don't get in my zone)
But then they say these things to black people?
(Cos I'll take if you dome)
When you think about our culture
Just remember
You got smoked on this track, yeah
Dickheads
Writer: Dami Edun
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid