Scrufizzer - Dumb Bars lyrics

[Intro: Scrufizzer] Yeah, I'm not thinking, man, I'm not thinking I'm just spraying dumb bars, blud Cuh that's what mandem do, they spray dumb bars, you get me? And they're not really spitting, and then you might follow them and think it's right, bruv But it's not right, man should spit properly You know why? Becuh you [Verse 1: Scrufizzer] Came in the game, made a career All that hype's gonna last for a year Somebody around me better tell Kane That I'm really tryna k** it with the flow for a year Do it for the gang but you've never been there Man chat sh** but I've never been scared Now I've gotta move like D Double E Cuh you think you're a big boy cause you got a beard Anyway, flip that, I'm the big man These MCs wanna stunt for the Insta When I touch mic, I shake up the room Like a big dutty ba**line coming from Swifta Yeah, I roll out, never take wristbands You will get a fum mai yan sun den sun win sen If you try diss man Been doing this ting since Bully and Fix, man, ooh! [Verse 2: Matix] Matix, they're like "who's he?" Run up on the riddim, then I spray like an Uzi Weaponry? I'm not choosy Her bum's flat? Still gave her 2D Beef? I'll have you shouting "cut" Like you're directing a movie Robberies like George Clooney Bound to be blowing up cause I'm unique When I say the strap body pops I don't mean break-dancing Stick in the clip and start blasting Squeeze it like a Ribena carton Back it out, n***as are like rah, your twin Has got a long nose and it's darkskinned Soldier, warrior, spartan My flow's - like I can't swim [Verse 3: Scrufizzer] You better make some sense Dem likkle bars ain't worth ten pence When I'm on the mic, MCs get kweng I'll k** Off k**y like H and Prez Oi rudeboy, you better make some sense Dem likkle bars ain't worth ten pence When I'm on the mic, MCs get kweng I'll k** Off k**y like H and- ooh! Bruise Head get lick off the rasclart boat How you gonna chat like you really want dough? Any likkle ting, better pick up the cell for more See me in a Beemer, see me in a coupe See me with a white girl, puffing on the dope Now I gotta move like Bugzy Malone Cuh this year, I'm getting one million views [Verse 4: Matix] And if you intervene Jack your team like say it's just meant to be When I've left the scene Leave no evidence for the forensic team I'm genetically on the beef Guess the sh** is in my genes I wouldn't risk it, B, you're pissed at me Cause I murk artistically Realistically, you think you're hard But you're soft like biscuits dipped in tea I be on road looking mischievous I'm with the mistress, Celine Look, I've got the listeners keen True say, on tracks, I fling sixteen When I spray like Mr Sheen Your team will get wiped away clean [Verse 5: Scrufizzer] Chill out a bit Tell that boy there fi chill out a bit Yeah, you got funds, but you still live with your mum Rudeboy, chill out a bit, so Chill out a bit Tell them boy there fi chill out a bit Yeah, you got funds, but you still live with your mum Rudeboy, chill out a bit I don't care what your friend thinks Tell your girl that her breath stinks She said I tried move to her But allow that, cuz, she's a dead ting I mean, come on Badman a move like ninja I'll move like Wiley Before I hang up the phone, I'll be like "I'll ring ya" Yeah, I'm out to shine, I've got power like alkaline I'll provide two shots for your pals to write How can I be stopped? Never out of sight, out of mind You flopped, how to write, you getting what I'm saying? An original brudda, you gotta start to bite I've gotta take this out tonight, that's right Everybody coming, I'mma out your hype But that's hot Man are probably saying I'm gonna get blocked Sitting in your bedroom, watching my freestyle Telling your friend I'm what? How about this, doing some work? You're not famous, you're some nerd I don't want a feature, I don't want a verse Come to the ends, you'll get jerked I'll be like woo! I hear man wanna do me I'm on the ball like Wayne Rooney About you wanna chat sh** I'll push your wig back like Kriss Akabusi That is a dumb lyric, yana?