Its Over Lyrics

Like, how these man suppose to be the best when they can't even make a beat for themselves to spit on?
Are you mad bruv?
Say suttin innit, Big Fris!
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[Hook]

And I was told have respect for your olders
Now I got my ends on my shoulders
You diss me and we (both know it's on)
Diss me then we (both know it's on)

[Verse 1]

I will lick down anyone of them I don't care who they are
If them man are fly, then I'm aiming for stars
Dem man adjusted name for the clark (?)
Me I'm fully in, fully with bars, fully in charge
Take it back to 2003 start bullying stars
Come to you stud's no hoody, no mask
They wanna skip on a track
Me I wanna skip all the way to the raasclaat bank
Going on dirty, overly stank
Think you can merk me, oh what a plank
Dem man are stuck like they're wearing a clamp
Who's got lyrics? Me, no G would have last ten minutes
I'm a microphone champ
Me? I'm a shotty, you're just a little shank
Transform into a beast like Hank

[Hook]

And I was told have respect for your olders
Now I got my ends on my shoulders
You diss me and we (both know it's on)
Diss me then we (both know it's on)

[Verse 2]

I will lick down any one of them I don't care where they come from
Skengman, go put the gloves on
Dem man have got ten thousand bars
Put 'em in a studio and they can't make one song
Make one wrong move and I swear I will have mannaman locked out the game like the chubs on
And these little yutes sound tough on the mic but they ain't about when it comes on top Don't wanna swing it out, don't wanna rock
Never been in the ends with a team and a block
Don't go on like say you been in the corner with bare skengman that's ready to pop shots
Nar, I don't think you have so don't carry on like you're wicked and bad
Nobody knew these guys before music so man better mind how they chat to the Dads

[Hook]

And I was told have respect for your olders
Now I got my ends on my shoulders
You diss me and we (both know it's on)
Diss me then we (both know it's on)

[Verse 3]

Man will draw for the shotty and sound it, sound it
None of these MC's can't go around it
You don't wanna get caught slipping with out it
You can't call my name to get fame
I will kill off your wasteman flame and douse it
I stay fly like a brand new outfit
You woulda swear that them man are cold but badness they don't know one thing about it
I'm from North where the mandem show you dunknow
Jump on a stage and shout it
Them man are soft, them man are not 'bout it
It's the return of the fanny, real skeng daddy
Losing a clash I doubt it (no!)
Got a new flow, I found it (so!)
For them it's an uphill struggle
I'm climbing a ladder, they're climbing a mountain (yo!)

[Hook]

And I was told have respect for your olders
Now I got my ends on my shoulders
You diss me and we (both know it's on)
Diss me then we (both know it's on)
And I was told have respect for your olders
Now I got my ends on my shoulders
You diss me and we (both know it's on)
Diss me then we (both know it's on)

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