[Intro]
Yo (Suck your mum)
Aye turn on my mic
Yeah 'cus
Is this guy stupid? (Is he dumb?)
You know what? (This guy)
You violated 'cos you did (Nah, you violated, you did)
I don't even bring my street drama to the mic (I keep music music 'cus)
And you think you got the cheek to do that
Alright then 'cus you know what it is now innit (You know what time it is)
Let me hear my name again rude boy
It's mumzy's crib I'm coming to innit
(Nah allow that man)
[Verse 1]
If I should take "Back 2 Da Lab" back to the lab
You should take "Simply The Best" with me
Come on, don't kid me
Simply the best or simply a mess
I will simply box this pig meat
You said what you said, now you crossed the line
Done the hype, I will verbally murder this guy
On road, man's never heard of this guy
Now he's gone and taken it further with lines
Oh yeah, I got sprayed in my back
But that's nothing to say on a track
So I'm moving to Tay
Mandem know what I'm gonna do to this guy
Much more than a bruise to the eye
You're losing your mind
Oi Scorcher, you don't move no white
You wouldn't know what do with a quarter
Came T block that's when Courtney caught ya
Banged in your eye then you ran for your life
What a prick, watch Fris get mad with this guy
No, I can't take no more with your lies
I can tell by the look in your eyes that you're loose
Truth say your career took a likkle boost
But Luke, you ain't Papoose or Murda Mook
It's time Frisco let out the truth
There's certain things you don't bring to the booth
So now, I'm gonna punch up a yout
If I'm basic, your wasted flows are outdated
All you do is lend and copy
Few years back you tried to lend from Bossy
Now you wanna sound like Ghetto
It's time to let go, let the TEC blow on the wally
You called my name on radio
But when I phoned your phone, all you said was sorry
That's when I realised you ain't no top shotty
What a punk, went jail for two months
Came out on some hype ting
You better mind what you're writing
You'll get more than a tunk
Because my youngers will bust up your whole head front
I don't care if you team up blud, we can meet up
Somebody buy Scorcher a new pair of Fila
Because them ones he's wearing are lean up
We know you ain't G'd up
You'll get heat up and beat up, so creep when you see me
We all know you got jacked with your beanie
Then he tried to front in front of your beanie
And held couple tunks in front of your beanie
You ain't greazy, you ain't gonna last
Where was your shank when them guys ran in your yard
Took the key for your bike and car?
Try buy back your tings and got parred
Yo (Suck your mum)
Aye turn on my mic
Yeah 'cus
Is this guy stupid? (Is he dumb?)
You know what? (This guy)
You violated 'cos you did (Nah, you violated, you did)
I don't even bring my street drama to the mic (I keep music music 'cus)
And you think you got the cheek to do that
Alright then 'cus you know what it is now innit (You know what time it is)
Let me hear my name again rude boy
It's mumzy's crib I'm coming to innit
(Nah allow that man)
[Verse 1]
If I should take "Back 2 Da Lab" back to the lab
You should take "Simply The Best" with me
Come on, don't kid me
Simply the best or simply a mess
I will simply box this pig meat
You said what you said, now you crossed the line
Done the hype, I will verbally murder this guy
On road, man's never heard of this guy
Now he's gone and taken it further with lines
Oh yeah, I got sprayed in my back
But that's nothing to say on a track
So I'm moving to Tay
Mandem know what I'm gonna do to this guy
Much more than a bruise to the eye
You're losing your mind
Oi Scorcher, you don't move no white
You wouldn't know what do with a quarter
Came T block that's when Courtney caught ya
Banged in your eye then you ran for your life
What a prick, watch Fris get mad with this guy
No, I can't take no more with your lies
I can tell by the look in your eyes that you're loose
Truth say your career took a likkle boost
But Luke, you ain't Papoose or Murda Mook
It's time Frisco let out the truth
There's certain things you don't bring to the booth
So now, I'm gonna punch up a yout
If I'm basic, your wasted flows are outdated
All you do is lend and copy
Few years back you tried to lend from Bossy
Now you wanna sound like Ghetto
It's time to let go, let the TEC blow on the wally
You called my name on radio
But when I phoned your phone, all you said was sorry
That's when I realised you ain't no top shotty
What a punk, went jail for two months
Came out on some hype ting
You better mind what you're writing
You'll get more than a tunk
Because my youngers will bust up your whole head front
I don't care if you team up blud, we can meet up
Somebody buy Scorcher a new pair of Fila
Because them ones he's wearing are lean up
We know you ain't G'd up
You'll get heat up and beat up, so creep when you see me
We all know you got jacked with your beanie
Then he tried to front in front of your beanie
And held couple tunks in front of your beanie
You ain't greazy, you ain't gonna last
Where was your shank when them guys ran in your yard
Took the key for your bike and car?
Try buy back your tings and got parred
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