Skengman Mode Frisco (Ft. Chip & Double S)

[Verse 1: Frisco]
Look, let me prove to a nigga
That I can
Make anybody jump even a white man
Bite man
Won't be polite man
Got eyes in the back of my head look out for the white van
And I know nuff of them don't like man
But they know I will lyrically highlight man
Hype man off the wrong way
I will wipe man out the game just like a wind screen wiper
Everybody knows I'm a big bite man
Guys dutty hide when the mics in my right hand
Boss up the mic stand
None of them get booked, none of them ain't performed with a live band
To clash when I'm here, I ain't got time man
If I here my name in one of your rhymes
I won't reply fam, I'll drop man a line
Come to your Mum's with 9 man
I represent a scene called grime
And I swear down Imma keep spitting til i die
Man can't chat to me actually back to back I will smack any guy on a mic
Man can't shush me I say what I like
And I might quit MCing -psych
I know you would like
But I can't understand
You say your fly and you can't take flight