Frisco - It's Over lyrics

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! Normal [Hook] 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) [Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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) [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] 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) [Verse 3] 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 k** 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!) [Hook] 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)