Текст песни Fizzy Flow - Scrufizzer
I
got
my
style
from
my
brudda
Eyes
from
my
mother
Rapping
iller
than
all
these
guys
on
the
come
up
Better
mind
who
you
buck
up
Your
grind
couldn't
sum
up
The
stress
I
went
through
been
at
my
line
in
the
summer
Last
PRS
cheque
coulda
bought
me
a
armor
Real
talk
I
ain't
gotta
lie
to
a
brudda
Real
talk
I
ain't
gotta
lie
to
a
brudda
Stepped
out
in
my
Kurt
Geiger
the
stunner
Close
and
heavily
Sit
down
pon
di
riddim
Me
ah
wa
stroke
di
melody
Bringin
loads
of
energy
Physios
the
therapy
Don't
worry
'bout
me
I
bring
the
heat
to
your
ear
like
aroma
therapy
Gave
up
my
heart,
I
should
be
a
organ
donor
Love
drunk,
sorta
sober,
all
my
feelings
falling
over
My
ex-girl
well
I'm
sort
of
over
acting
like
a
Fool.
Patterns
in
my
life
I'm
slightly
coolin'
Yes
I'm
back
in
the
mixtrap
With
the
hits,
skippin
on
the
riddim
When
I
shoulda
been
backing
the
diss
Ain't
done
this
for
a
long
time
Any
man
wanna
talk
but
they
never
come
by
Woah
Yo
Mikey
Jay,
niggas
from
the
other
side
wanna
slightly
hate
Too
many
MCs
wanna
hide
when
they
ain't
done
nothing
Better
than
the
figure
OK
Never
did
this,
never
did
that
Shoulda,
coulda,
woulda
but
you
really
wanna
chat
Came
from
this,
went
from
that
To
be
honest,
I
don't
really
wanna
go
back
Woah
Lyrical
everyting
See
mi
a
di
boss
139,
what
you
know
about
the
squad?
Money
on
the
vision
Bar
so
much
I
can
probably
board
a
prison
Never
stop
I'm
on
a
mission
Not
everyone
can
be
a
boss
So
play
your
position
On
some
black
butter
shit
I
Rudimental
every
riddim
Never
give
up
on
a
passion
that
you
really
love
Nothing
happens
overnight,
I'm
telling
you
it's
rough
Days
I
was
sinning,
killing
rappers
on
my
hitlist
One
some
Etta
Bond
shit,
I
had
them
begging
for
forgiveness
I'm
still
Amari,
back
up
inna
the
party
On
some
Slick
Rick
shit
got
me
flowing
la-di-da-di
See
me
when
you
see
me
got
me
flowing
like
a
yardie
Tru
mi
grow
up
in
the
garage
sit
with
my
mother
and
aunty
I'm
a
true
hip-hop
junkie,
jewels
be
chunky
Pockets
slumpy,
walking
on
my
ones
I'm
super
comfy
Mikey
Jay
and
Fizzer,
the
collaborations
mucky
New
beats
and
bars
cah
the
cannon's
never
rusty
Better
know
that
man
are
going
in
hardcore
Crept
inna
backdoor,
we're
on
a
mad
one
Doing
this
I'm
a
captain
never
sucking
And
the
bars
so
hard
coulda
been
a
rapking
Woo
Stuck
in
the
middle
of
giving
up
feeling
ridiculous
In
the
beginning
but
things
change
cause
I'm
flowing
insane
Yes
I
am
out
of
my
mind,
come
and
talk
to
my
eye
Like
the
boy,
[?]
Yeh
mi
sick
in
the
brain,
yeh
mi
sick
in
the
mind
Cause
me
carry
gun,
like
the
thugs,
in
Palestine,
yeah
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