Just Being Me

Yo

Frisco, what's really, really wrong with them?

They never know when we step on the road

And go into skengman mode

Bare big punchline inna face

And mek a boy face fold

Yeah?

So whenever we come round

Give me the bumbaclart microphone

Pass the mic, pass the mic

Pass the mic, rudeboy

Pass the mic, pass the mic

Pass the mic, rudeboy

Dem nuh wan' give me the microphone

Because they know I bury MCs (Dead)

And they know that the microphone is my murder weapon

One of them come, I'm letting him know

And if two of them come, I'm sending 'em home (Find your yard)

And if three of them come, I'll go into

Skengman mode (I'll go into skengman mode)

When it's a mad ting, Frisco's fully involved (Yeah)

Yeah, I'm fully involved

And it's not about losing

I found space for my name in the game then moved in

You're in the slow lane doing your best

And I'm still in the fast lane cruising

Pass the mic, pass the mic

Pass the mic, rudeboy

Pass the mic, pass the mic

Pass the mic, rudeboy

Well, who's that holding the microphone?

You better pass it to me

Pour me a drink then pass me the B

Soon as you finish spitting your dead lyric

Pass me the mic, let me kill it

I'm hard on the beat, ain't many harder than me

Man hear me spitting on radio, going hard

Then decide to start barring for me

Was that par for me? Hold on

You could never be chatting to me, hold on

I'm a lyrical factory, I'm a grown up

I'm a big man actually, I'm a lyrical skeng

Been done in MCs from way back when

Dare one of them say something, I'll spray something

Frisco's about say nuttin'

For the P's, I'm glutton

Promoters better pay something

Pass the mic, pass the mic

Pass the mic, rudeboy

Pass the mic, pass the mic

Pass the mic, rudeboy

So pass me the mic, let me do my ting

When it comes to the P's, I'm getting it in

I'm cosy, I've gone past settling in

Select the ting, start making it ring

Frisco, I get busy with lyrics

Busy with figures, I'm busy with digits

Dem lot are busy with gimmicks

I told man already, the likkle man ting, I ain't in it

Anyway, Frisco's coming

It's nuttin', I keep MCs running

Plus I'm a lyrical skeng, I'll bun him

MCs step out of line, I'll one him

Anybody I see in my firing line

I'm a start expiring guys

These man have got the youts inspired with lies

I give praise to the highest of high

Pass the mic, pass the mic

Pass the mic, rudeboy

Pass the mic, pass the mic

Pass the mic, rudeboy

Haha, now you see what I'm meaning?

Real lyrics dem, bruv

With real meaning

Leave boy face leaning

Yeah?

Lyric dem hot and steaming

Murder pon ceiling

Haha, hey