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I don't believe Jammer's sleeping, ohhhhh Boy Better Know music, my pinky looks like the white side of the rubix Oi BBR, tell them what it's like when we go to the bar (stupid!) You ain't got to look up in the sky for a star Just look in my face, you know who we are Back back, rewind the track back Don't give me back chat, DJ jack that shit Anytime you see me put my phone to my ear, that means Barclays, Halifax, trust me Right now your looking at the best MCs in the country Them man fell off the wall like Humpty But I'm on a grime ting like Logan I got a new ting, I call it Hulk Hogan Them man are gassed on telly, we've got the stacks already Them man are eating late, us man are fat already You'll get a punch so quick in your face, you wouldn't know who it is like a private number I've been a skeng from ages ago Yes I know that you heard that before, but the gyaldem said I was too hardcore, and were like Fris, gimme more gimme more You man are stuck in the yard, us man are living it large getting money on tour And overly sure, when we mc the crowd don't cheer they overly roar Come along yeah I overly bore, up, down, up, down, she goes, I see she's overly sore. And a round house kick will take off the door So please don't tell me nothing I'm a big kid like Benjamin Butto Roundhouse, hurricane, bicycle kick Kung fu kick if the door is shuttin. Kung fu kick like Karate Kid! Manna get mad like Sycho Sid Yeah, top turnbuckle business So don't run it up when I know where you live Who is it? Who is it? You know who it is We are lyrically taking the piss And I'll go into skengman mode that's Fris We ain't the team you wanna diss
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