Its Over - Frisco

Like, how these man suppose to be the best when they can’t even make a beat for

themselves to spit on?

Are you mad bruv?

Say suttin innit, Big Fris!

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And I was told have respect for your olders

Now I got my ends on my shoulders

You diss me and we (both know it’s on)

Diss me then we (both know it’s on)

I will lick down anyone of them I don’t care who they are

If them man are fly, then I’m aiming for stars

Dem man adjusted name for the clark (?)

Me I’m fully in, fully with bars, fully in charge

Take it back to 2003 start bullying stars

Come to you stud’s no hoody, no mask

They wanna skip on a track

Me I wanna skip all the way to the raasclaat bank

Going on dirty, overly stank

Think you can merk me, oh what a plank

Dem man are stuck like they’re wearing a clamp

Who’s got lyrics?

Me, no G would have last ten minutes

I’m a microphone champ

Me?

I’m a shotty, you’re just a little shank

Transform into a beast like Hank

And I was told have respect for your olders

Now I got my ends on my shoulders

You diss me and we (both know it’s on)

Diss me then we (both know it’s on)

I will lick down any one of them I don’t care where they come from

Skengman, go put the gloves on

Dem man have got ten thousand bars

Put 'em in a studio and they can’t make one song

Make one wrong move and I swear I will have mannaman locked out the game like

the chubs on

And these little yutes sound tough on the mic but they ain’t about when it

comes on top

Don’t wanna swing it out, don’t wanna rock

Never been in the ends with a team and a block

Don’t go on like say you been in the corner with bare skengman that’s ready to

pop shots

Nar, I don’t think you have so don’t carry on like you’re wicked and bad

Nobody knew these guys before music so man better mind how they chat to the Dads

And I was told have respect for your olders

Now I got my ends on my shoulders

You diss me and we (both know it’s on)

Diss me then we (both know it’s on)

Man will draw for the shotty and sound it, sound it

None of these MC’s can’t go around it

You don’t wanna get caught slipping with out it

You can’t call my name to get fame

I will kill off your wasteman flame and douse it

I stay fly like a brand new outfit

You woulda swear that them man are cold but badness they don’t know one thing

about it

I’m from North where the mandem show you dunknow

Jump on a stage and shout it

Them man are soft, them man are not 'bout it

It’s the return of the fanny, real skeng daddy

Losing a clash I doubt it (no!)

Got a new flow, I found it (so!)

For them it’s an uphill struggle

I’m climbing a ladder, they’re climbing a mountain (yo!)

And I was told have respect for your olders

Now I got my ends on my shoulders

You diss me and we (both know it’s on)

Diss me then we (both know it’s on)

And I was told have respect for your olders

Now I got my ends on my shoulders

You diss me and we (both know it’s on)

Diss me then we (both know it’s on)