Ignorant

[Intro] Yeah it's Big Fris, Frisco And right now I gotta big up the mandem, ya dunknow 'Ere what I'm saying yeah Are you listening? [Verse 1] I roll tight so forget all that baggy shit To all you MC's tryna buss with my style, go and see Jeremy Kyle and he'll tell you who your true daddy is Me, the capital F the R, I, S, C I'm overly sho man know about me I'll send MC's high in the sky for a fee Kill him off make everybody see Make everybody know that I'm picture perfect I ain't talking the Kodak, I'm sick with the verses now you should know that Here's a flow that's you, hold that It's all jiggy, I bun zutes no Philly's Strictly ziggys with herb in, anyting other than that ain't working I'm married to the weed, no cheat, no flirting [Hook] (Man a badman, man a badman) You get me darg? (Man a badman, man a badman) Yeah cuz (Man a badman, man a badman) And none of these yutes can't chat to me bad [Verse 2] '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 ting lick off your head like cider Which likkle fassy said I ain't got lyrics? I got bars, they got gimmicks Why should I care 'bout these wasteman rhymer? 24/7 I'm an all day grinder Light up a nigga no match no lighter I'll send a man so high in the sky that he 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 [Hook] (Man a badman, man a badman) North London, South London (Man a badman, man a badman) East London, West London (Man a badman, man a badman) And none of these yutes can't chat to me bad [Verse 3] 'Cause I'm a skeng and fan, you know who I am Hail up the t'ugdem locked in the can Lyrically duppy any MC I can If you see me in A double P that's a better thing I'm an OG like Jendor and Melonyn Prick on the road, Big Frisco's never been I'm married to the game but I can't settle in Dem man ain't levelling and they can say what they want, say what they like They can say a lot of things but they can't say suck your mum Fris Any violation that will get bun, quick And dem man ain't on my level so why would I clash nah I be like bun this, the game Boy Better Know run this And so I gotta kill off a carbon copy because there can only be one Fris And another thing, if a guy thinks 'cause I'm score 5 that I can't get live on the mic I will lyrically light up a guy Any guy just name me a price I'll done them Can name any MC I'll bun them Back out a big sixteen and run them And any one of these yutes think they can take out Fris Then I beg a man come then, come then, come then, come then Come try a ting, I got the peng food come buy a ting Big Fris I spit the heavyweight bars so it's nothing if a nigga want a lyrical swing I'm like D Double, Fris me nah ramp, me nah skin None of the guys can't tell me a thing, telling them straight up raise your game up And dash them illiterate bars in the bin [Hook] (Man a badman, man a badman) Birmingham to Manchester (Man a badman, man a badman) Nottingham, Luton to Leicester (Man a badman, man a badman) And none of these yutes can't chat to me bad