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• Artiste: Illy
• Titre: We Don't Care
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Picture me lose a wink of sleep// over some forum user saying what they think of me// literally away at least twice a week playing// the crowd noise counter every fucking word they're saying// long may it live, my long range is sick// kick in the door with a footlong spliff// if its true what they say, loose lips sink ships// motherfuckers whole fleets must sleep with the fishes// talk too motherfucking much (just like bitches)// cant accept this aint just about pictures// now i aint got the time to give ya's// so ima keep doing me, bring the old ways with them// i love fanning flames, fuck what the risk is// their trying to maintain, trying to think big// im trying to do big, when my shit hits// have you only fast forwarding when the disc skips// For all the love, the hate comes with em// one prop gained's still one less given// tired of the politics, tired of the dissing// bring it in, now that you're listening// we don't care, get it right motherfucker// we don't care, step to the side motherfucker// we don't care, and you aint keeping us up// and all my people they aint giving a fuck, so go on, we don't care// and its a crossed heart promise// my flow will keep getting colder till there's shards of it// if life's a bitch and all that, ima take my one chance to fuck the ass off her// never call her back, hit my casket proper// soon as i rock the stage, get your mind blown by it// soon as im off the stage, get your iphone primed// this my life, its how iv come so high// blow a goddamn blizzard up in hell before this son don't shine// and fuck game, ima fucking owner of mine// aint no better broads at your shows than at mine// and i still don't need this to get me over the line// i fuck models man, and they don't even know that i rhyme// i cross borders, right now im like a couple horizons away// with girls who know all the words, but don't get what they// and i could give a flying fuck about pay/ life's a beach mate, couldn't even tell you the day// For all the love, the hate comes with em// one prop gained's still one less given// tired of the politics, tired of the dissing// bring it in, now that you're listening// we don't care, get it right motherfucker// we don't care, step to the side motherfucker// we don't care, and you aint keeping us up// and all my people they aint giving a fuck, so go on, we don't care// i heard word about town that we out// like the house aussie hiphop built couldn't stand a little drought// like somehow, the shit had changed round// couch critics call the shots now? hold it, stop now// you're fucking kidding right? y'all turn a blip into a crisis// we good, all i needs a stage and a liquor licence// im eating from a smaller pie, but its bigger slices// big shoes to fill, one day ima fit the sizes// ima 6 foot high motherfucker// 25 this summer, something like my prime// something like my stride with my rhymes// give a fuck what the next man talk about mine, get it right mate// they aint a challenge, they cannon fodder// take beats don't rattle your teeth, they knock enamel off em// rock my obese 2 finger ring like a badge of honour// illy al, burn city, what, we back up on it