We Don’t Believe You

Lyrics

[Intro: Frisco] Oi rudey Oi rudeboy Oi, oi we don't believe you fam No one believes you cuz It's Big Fris (Yeah man) Skepta Back 2 Da Lab Volume One (Yo cuz) And all the long talking's done Oi rudeboy [Verse 1: Skepta] Yeah, yeah When I MC I spit fact not fiction Kill off any wasteman no restriction So if the bar sounds like it's for you That's because you fit in the wasteman description I can walk on foot from Shanktown to Black Boy Lane Everybody says safe man I'm not a top mash I ain't blazed man But I'm a skeng daddy for them wasteman So keep bussing your sly little jokes You must think that I ain't onto the madness Sorry mum pardon my language But this guy needs to eat one pussyclart gunshot sandwich Done a MC quick Can't compare their crew to my clique When I make a tune it's totally sick How can I clash this up and coming piece of shit You think you're the best I'm better You're just a qualified MC bredder Your flows are stolen That's why mine are fresher, word for word, letter by letter T H E S, E M C S, chat a lot of BS Oh yeah PS, he said that he'll spray anybody in the face While you and I know he's talking about CS [Chorus: Frisco] Oi rudeboy, stop talking we don't believe you, stop talking Oi rudeboy, stop talking we don't believe you, stop talking Oi rudeboy, stop talking we don't believe you, stop talking Oi rudeboy, stop talking we don't believe you, stop talking Oi rudeboy [Verse 2: Frisco] And you can't fuck with the team Nah blud kill a guy with a sixteen 'Nuff big bars plenty in my team 'Cah there's bare showerman MC in my team So sekkle down you ain't got nuttin' on my team Think you're bad say something on my team, look You'll get something in your beam Never once seen your face in N15 So cool off, I pop the tool off Take the jewel off your neck and laugh in your face You don't wanna see me get dark in the place I'm with man that will make shots bark in the place Man better cool, better calm in the place Diss me and you won't go far in the race Frisco's a fully grown man You're just a likkle waste I will box MCs in the face Man better cool, better calm, better chill I don't wanna slap an MC in the face But you will get a back hander in your grill I'm a big boy you're a likkle man still So allow all the tough talk, that's not you My man's a bad boy, that's not true Don't fool me, not one bit We ain't amused, stop chatting to the boys in blue [Chorus: Frisco] Oi rudeboy, stop talking we don't believe you, stop talking Oi rudeboy, stop talking we don't believe you, stop talking Oi rudeboy, stop talking we don't believe you, stop talking Oi rudeboy, stop talking we don't believe you, stop talking Oi rudeboy