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boy better know - boy better know freestyle grm gold lyrics

[intro: jammer]
listen, right now the boydem are trying to stop us from spitting
but we’re not doing nothing wrong, so we’re gonna spit
it’s skepta’s ting, big up skepta, the album’s out, you get me
go buy that, family tunes, you get me

[verse 1: frisco]
well, you’re not ready
the black nigerian al+
every time i open my mouth blud
i say a lyric and another mc gets buried
well, six feet under
leave a hole in the jumper when the big skeng rings out like a private number (ring ring)
talk to the answer machine
yo, frisc, pass the machine
i just wanna do my part for the scene
i’m a big man but they wanna see me act like i’m 15
nah fam its a big man ting
please stop watching the whip man’s in
i don’t wanna be no funky ass dj
but man have got me in a weak man ting
they wanna run it up
but like armour said, “it’s nothing, leave them”
bare skeng talk, i can’t believe them
red and white r6, i’ll leave them
ed hardy glasses+
[verse 2: jme]
do i wanna spit a bar? yes please
do i wanna spit a bar? yes please
when i’m on the mic i’m like an x6
when you’re on the mic you’re like an x3
people think they can book one guy from boy better know and get the rest free
when i’m in the rave and i’m on stage, promoters know i charge next p
do i wanna spit a bar? ok
do i wanna spit a bar? ok
when i’m on the mic i’m like an r8
when you’re on the mic i’m like “no way”
people think they can book boy better know to perform for the whole day
mash up the rave after we get paid
if not then we won’t play

[verse 3: frisco]
and chat to me bad and try jump out of your place
are you dumb? are you mad? are you out of your face?
don’t ever jump out of your place, i don’t wanna hear nothing about strap in the waist
i beat shots like gerrard and when i say i roll with the darg i don’t mean wellard
so man better cool and relax in the place
see me i just cool and relax on the bass, i can get busy with a kick and a bass
i can get busy with a snare and a kick
one of them pr+cks try chat in my face
i spit slugs that will done a mans dance make you feel like you just got (face)
now watch me get dark on the riddim and bass, them man are sweet like cinnamon taste
[verse 4: all]
i come through like ‘what is it on’?
skeps, who’s my man? what is he on?
i ain’t come here to try merk anybody
but forget the hype if it’s on then it’s on
i’ll dunna mans dance then i’m gone then i’m gone
skeng daddy bars when i’m on when i’m on
i just wanna bill a l!ckle vibe for the gyaldem
hotel pop off the thong, then it’s on
with a likkle bit of high grade; dom perignon
champagne, hennessy, not very long
i said we need some more girls in here
couples chantelle’s and chanelle’s in here
so pass me the let me get heavy on
buff ting gally rude boy sling it on
there’s too many man, too many many man
i’ll slew any man, slew any any man

[verse 5: skepta]
how can you be a king when you roll through anywhere?
wiley you don’t roll through anywhere
i go anywhere fam i’m never scared
you said you rep e3 but you’re never there
so let me merk this guy
it’s all in your name fam i don’t need to try
i’ll take away the w, i’ll take away the y
fix up the other letters, all you do is just lie
chat sh+t, talking like barnet’s a joke
got some barnet guys moving keys of coke
got some n+ggas on dollis valley that ain’t scared to poke
running riot outside the hadley oaks, madness
wiley you need to chill
anyone i meet if i keep it real
and god knows, if i ever made a mil
i’d be still doing shows in the hood for a bill
[verse 6: jammer]
us man are eating great
them man are eating late
that’s why they’re breeding hate
ain’t ever had a greasy plate
i got the [?] boy better start speaking straight
and when i say “i roll with the dawg”
trust me because i don’t mean [?]
when i tell a man “meet at 7”
trust me cuz i don’t mean 8
so many new flows, it’s bait
i’m gonna make it so it’s only fate
you might see me with [?]
you man are still there hustling [?]
if you wanna book me, give me a date
and take my bank details, give me a pay
you man are living off crumbs and scr+pes
us man are living off drums and bass

[verse 7: jme]
yo, check one, check two
wanna rob me? hold tight you
open the booth, whack man up
go home, play xbox, drink typhoo
bare wasteman wanna diss my tune
same wasteman wanna live in my shoes
see me spitting bare deep bars on youtube, now they wanna try too
diss me, but you don’t know me though
heard my bars on the roll deep show
now i’m so much better like snipe keedo
you’re a jackass just like steve+o
wanna know about me? here we go
half yoruba, half igbo
i would ask you to pay attention, but you ain’t got no p though
i’m going to damage your ego
gonna run down bmx like deebo
run up in your house, punch in the face, box your head at pro evo
shorty wants to play me so, yo blud send the control
pass the parcel like dizzee rascal
round, round, round we go

[verse 8: shorty]
and i’m back with a vengeance
everybody freeze when i’m making my entrance
make you fully stop like the end of a sentence
but if i’m vacant, check my attendance
was in a crew but now independent
i’ve got the traits of a spartan descendant
so all my bars like a chain with a pendant
come with the force of a four litre engine
was that an indirect? who’s sending?
you said it, who’s sending?
one+on+one mic clash watch let me end him
like john terry, i’m top with defending
you ain’t no match man, stop the pretending
so many new flows i’m inventing
flow’s so dirty i swear it needs cleansing
i’ve been established from long time, your application still says pending

[verse 9: frisco]
yo
something like jendor
fris i’m a big money sound investor
got a couple skengman friends in my ends
from west green, appleby, tiverton and ida
big bars l!ck off your head like cider
which little fassy said i ain’t got lyrics?
i got bars, they got gimmicks
so why should i care about this wasteman rhymer
24/7 i’m an all day grinder
light up a n+gga, no match, no lighter
i’ll send a man so high in the sky
that you won’t come down and your friends won’t find ya
actually man can’t chat to me
do a better tune than skengman mode and get back to me
actually, frisco’s a bachelor rhymer
i be the best since ting since the weed grinder

[verse 10: skepta]
when i get started i won’t stop
i cleaned up with a broom and a mop
now i’ve got ibs on my intestines feeling like it’s tied in a knot
fam, it must be all the champagne
i’m a dan like mark anzaine
heavyweight champion so you know i had to get frank warren on my album campaign
a lot of money’s exchanging accounts (accounts)
stupid amounts (amounts)
all your cheques are like a basketball (why?)
they bounce
you man are aired like michael jordan
better still, you man are like rodman
big shout to my n+ggas in tottenham
that love me like they love game in compton

[verse 11: jme]
you wanna look in my bowl? fine
you’re the reason i wrote this rhyme
yo man are baders, man are badman
man, i ain’t seen a 5 pound note in time
yo, you can’t diss a friend of mine
trust me, you don’t wanna cross this line
don’t think they can stand in the background of the video
ad+libbing next man’s rhymes, slam
do you think i’m dumb? tried to boy me, nah that can’t run
yo, you’re lucky
the old jme would bun out your chest, like jamaican rum
’cause you got your name in your nike air dunks
’cause you got your name in your air force ones
you could have your name in your reebok pumps
don’t think you could ever diss man once
yo, go home, look in the mirror
realise no one’s scared
you tried to diss me, no one cared
when you came radio, no one teared
you’re not hench, you’re not bad
you just screw up your face all weird
tryna get hype off me, aired
tryna get hype off me, aired
you jumped out the whip, no one ran
n0body cares what you got in your hand
n0body cares what you got in your jeans
i’ll slap you so hard, you’ll crack your phone screen
yo, don’t bring war to the game
don’t tell me about draw full of tings
right about now, your heads so big, you get charged more for your trim

[outro: skepta]
boy better know
grime daily, we’re gone
lock arff
hold tight jammer and lethal b

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