Wiley, Frisco, God’s Gift & Jammer Diss

Lyrics

[Intro] I don't even wanna sound angry cah (Scorcher, ha) I ain't even angry (It's The Movement) See Will? Will's brave (Will) But it's certain other man it's like they wanna be involved like Frisco If you wanna be involved, it's alright you know (Aye come on, hahahaha) Listen [Verse 1] You need to take Back 2 Da Lab back to the lab Because that shit's actually swag And you could say I got punched in the face But who got clapped in the back with a MAC? It's actually facts Then they met out out your beanies I've clocked all your dirty dealers And I've ruled you already You done battle with Scorcher, we ready for round 2? Course I'll be ready and waiting Aye look, Frisco, face it You're not big, you're basic And I see you got a whole new clique you rave with You kiss arse, trying to get big fast Through the whole '04, you sent for Wiley Now I see you on ends with Wiley I remember what you said about Skepta Now you two are best friends and smiley [Verse 2] I'll rain on Deshane He ain't got no place in the game, I'm stating it plain And all for the sake of the fame He turned his back on his ends and friends and maybe his name I laugh when I hear you on the tune with Wretch Like Fris' got wade in the game for the third and fourth time You lost the plot, but I heard of fourth line And now you wanna switch your style up Two faced coward, you switch your smile up You need to realise, Fris', your time's up You ain't got the hunger and you ain't getting younger Look, stick to 9 to 5 'Cause you won't be rich if you try to rhyme for life As for flow, this prick ain't rhyming tight as I We've been here and already done this, I already won this It was like '04 when I done Fris When I switch 6 two years back I can see Fris' trying to push tears back Fam, keep on talking, I don't believe you That's the problem, I need to [Interlude] Hah, aye, what? Hah Aye listen, look, look [Verse 3] I'm sending for Eski, I'm sending for Pepsi Tell the old man, fall back 'Cause I'll rain on Wolfpack Keep chatting about "bow to the wolves" Until I make Roman bounce on my tools You're treading on thin ice As for 2nd Phaze, your career's seen better days And why's God's Gift getting involved and belling my phone? He ain't on my level, I'm sending him home It's time that I sweep the game up Will's trying to clash to keep his name up But he ain't a flyboy, he ain't got nothing on my boy Scratchy ain't the best white boy Look people, let's get real, his album dropped in 2003 And he's still trying to beg for his next big deal But Will, you've come to the end of the hill After countless finals, countless rivals You lost your crown and your title And you were signed too I hate to break the news See Roll Deep? I ain't never seen no team as fake as yous So don't kid yourself When your album hit the shelf, I felt ashamed for you 'Cause when I was in school, I used to take your crew But apart from Rascal, who else made it through? Your team's the biggest joke And who's been on the road, apart from Riko, Trim, or Roach? You're a bag of mugs, trying to front like a bag of tugs [Interlude] Hahaha Oh yeah, oh yeah (Hoo hoo) [Verse 4] And as for Jammer, you ain't no gangster rapper Fall back, or I might have to stab ya And I ain't gonna warn you two times 'Cause you ain't worth more than two lines Look, real talk If we had beef, I'd just break your jaw a few times Because you ain't the type to war and shoot .9s [Outro] Haha, haha