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letra de sbtv cypher (part 1/3) - skepta, frisco, calibar & too real

[intro]
skepta, frisco, selector…

[verse 1: skepta]
i won’t stop
i cleaned up with a broom and a mop
and now i got ibs on my intestines, feeling like it’s tied in a knot
blud, it must be all the champagne
i’m a dan like mark and zain
heavyweight champion so you know i had to get frank warren on my album campaign
a lot of money’s exchanging accounts
stupid amounts
all your cheques are like a basketball: they bounce
you man are air 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 2: frisco]
i come through like yo, wagwan?
frisco’s back, bеtter ring the alarm
man are firing skеngs so big, when you burst it, it might dislocate your arm
i’m cunning with charm
them man are puppets
i’m running with dargs, dunning his dance
harsh, i know
but you need to stop shotting if you can’t even move a half an o’
girls, come after though
big dutty come through like pass the dough
and if the p ain’t right, give me larger dough
you can’t par me with no likkle two bills
you must be high off the coke and two pills
it’s all good when we laugh and joke but
man can’t tell me that they’re after jokers
i don’t care ’bout your bars and flow

[verse 3: skepta]
yo, come let me go, let me start off
boy better know – that’s the team i’m part of
us man have fun over here
you man are still working your ass off
the tomtom said i’m getting to my destination in four hours
i said, “tomtom, look at my car, calculate that again, then, take half off”
’cause the car’s way too much
i breeze off with the lightest touch
a pedal for the brake, pedal for the accelerator
but no pedal for the clutch
tiptronic and auto cuz, i get more money, i buy more stuff
them mcs are like having s-x when i’m drunk
never gonna buss
[verse 4: frisco]
’cause i’m a lyrical bender, suttin’ like jendor
fris’, i’m a big money sound investor
got couple skengman friends in my ends
from west green, appleby, tiverton and ida
big bars l!ck off your head like cider
which likkle fassy said i ain’t got lyrics?
i got bars, they got gimmicks
so why should i care ’bout these 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
factually, i’m a bachelor rhymer
i be the best thing since the weed grinder

[verse 5: skepta]
they wanna beg friend with joseph
i get dough, bread, hovis
and me and my paper stick together
like sticha and otis
girl better know, boy better know this
bought an r6, got chased by the boydem and got shift
then i got a fine and six month driving ban, so i sold it
i’m on the tottenham team like lennon
meridian walk, n-1-7
your mandem turned bad in ’07
wait, can you smell that?
what’s that, cheese or lemon?
wrap that up like a christmas present
yo, frisco, pass me the ting
i’ll shoot from anywhere like david beckham
[verse 6: frisco]
we don’t wanna hear them man no more
’cause their bars aren’t heavy enough
test frisco, i’ll start sending ’em up
high in the sky like a firework
i merk
any guy that thinks he’s heavy enough
show respect to your older
i told ya
you’re a lightweight, you’re ain’t heavy enough
you man are busy with your head in a m-ff
right here, this is some expensive spitting
my mandem are extended clipping
big fris’, i get in where i fit in
fling on the mask, jim carrey him up
i’m leveling up
if i hear my name in a song
no long, i’m belling it up
so just know i get paid for my 16’s
big p’s, i’m getting ’em up

[verse 7: skepta]
i told you man, i’ll last longer
but you thought your team was stronger
that’s why i start slapping mcs in the face, coming like e. honda
it’s the return of the monster
boy better know, that’s the team i sponsor
them mcs won’t last in a war
better put more nail varnish on your conker
caution
north london extortion
i put a 2-inch hole in the organ
get away quicker than flash gordon
bloodline in my cd walkman
i been doing this since adidas torsion
i’m still sittin’ here thinking what would it be like if she never had that abortion…

[skepta]
boy better know, frisco, skepta
what you saying, make man out of b-tterz
sbtv, exclus’
yeah bruv, same riddim
look out for solo 45, got a new tune called ‘solo’s back’ featuring skepta and frisco
madness
yo…

[verse 8: skepta]
i get money, but my name ain’t 50
went to the lloyd bank, took out a young buck
brown, purple, pinky
then i put pink stones in the pinky
bought an r6, got chased by the boydem, and got shift
got a fine and six-month driving ban, so i sold it
a lot of money’s exchanging hands
they wanna know boy better know plans
i told them smell this, can you smell that?
grands, these other guys ain’t got no fans
wait ’til frisco’s album lands
meridian, come follow me

[verse 9: frisco]
f-ck a subliminal, let’s get lyrical
physical me and i’ll send man to visit you
no gimmick, no ridicule, get rid of whoever
thinking you’re bad, i’m gonna prove who’s better
wanna criticise, but, can you do better?
you’ve never been a food seller, why is he lying?
and i can’t lose so why is he trying?
before you tried it you should have knew better
slew you, slew whoever, whenever
me shook of them? never, whatever the weather
i’m in a higher rank, duppy off fire camp
buss couple shots in your fubu sweater
tell me a place, we can link wherever
i’m a flow setter, go-getter
darkside big dutty stinking f-r-i-s-c-o, there is no better
there’s no better boy, you don’t wanna see big fris’ get annoyed
’cause anytime i go into skengman mode, it’s not a laugh or a joke
and you might get sparked in your boat
man wanna step in the ring but can’t cope when i chip him up quick like a lightning bolt
you would have thought i’m a mp by the way i got all of the fans calling my vote

[verse 10: calibar]
put grands into grams and grams into grands
now i’m known as the man in them brands that’ll bang for his fam
fris’, put many in them ambulance van
look, it’s the bully of the playground
get down and lay down
i’ll advise you to stay down
’cause i still roll with the darg that’ll bark like a greyhound
woof woof, lights out
leng, eraser, wiped out
look, mc’s never seen a flyer bloke with content and a liver flow
i got bars like xylophones
and move colours like kaleidoscopes
but on blocks i provide the most
but now the hustle’s outlandish
so now i can’t wait by the boat
remember, whoever the story
still made a k!lling, but the weather was warm
and even though it was swarming with feds
dough was the only thought in my head
so now, up and down cunch, i’ve been driving
i watch scarface, found it inspiring
you could tell by my eyes, it was tiring
but i kept grinding, i wanted that brightning
trust me, i fathered you kids
and i showed them that my grind’s harder than this
see me, see fresh pradas and kicks
so emotional, so-
jheeze! frisc’…

[frisco]
them mandem wanna get past, still
fedex!

[verse 11: skepta & frisco]
way too heavy
every time i open my mouth, blud
i say a lyric and another mc gets buried
yeah, six feet under
leave a hole in your jumper
when the big skeng rings out like a private number
ring ring, talk to the answer machine
yo, frisco, 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 fifteen
fam, it’s a big man ting so please stop watching the whip man’s in
i don’t wanna be no funky house dj
but manna got me on a wig man ting

[verse 12: too real]
[?] ’cause i’m bringing in the bacon
certain n-ggas ain’t
even though i’m raking it in
try and take it, then i’ll be breaking a chin
any gun [?], that i’m blazing the kid
for real, for real
let me find out where you live
too real, too real
that’s what the hood name a king
i ain’t gonna lie, sh-t, i try and write positive
but living in the world that we’re in?
i don’t do it [?]
but, i know the government don’t give a sh-t, only ’bout the immigrants
yo
…forgot about the infants

[calibar]
sbtv, live and direct, ya dun know

[verse 13: frisco]
yo
so i dare one of these mcs try 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 nuttin’ about strap in ya waist
i beat shots like gerrard, cah’ when i say i roll with the darg, i don’t mean wellard
so man better cool and relax in the place

[skepta]
jheeze…

- skepta frisco calibar too real

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