Farda

[Chorus] Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Give me all that there cuh it's all mine All these new MCs' flows, they're mine They don't want no smoke cause I blow up like Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine And if a man ever try touch one of mine I'mma scar his face, he'll remember mine [Verse] Got a reload but that was my style from back in the day I guess that makes me your farda So in this war, I don't need armour Cadell called me like Armour And said "a nuh nuttin', leave them" But I'm here and I'm fully on Gaza Jammz who? Jammz where? Jammz on nada He sits down in the bath, he ain't shower When I lift that bucket hat off of his headside He ain't gonna have no power on sight guys Don't stand behind Mic Ty, stand on your own two feet You're grown, that's soft Came Flex, tried spit, mic never got passed Ask Cadell or Grimey cuh they was deya Everything you say about me It don't really matter cuh you owe me PRS P Cuh your last three tunes were ghostwritten by me About sour Gun buck Jammz in his teeth Then the taste of blood in his mout' will be sour King Original, you spat for an hour Lightbox, you spat for an hour Yeah, you was shit for two hours "Wait" and "spesh", that's tired and dead About ten times I've heard that said In them two hours, realised you was dead Lift you out the casket and dash you back in it again I'll delete my tweets In case I have to buss your head on the streets About king of the pirate radio You're a carbon copy of me and P Money Muddled up in some wasteman's body Never shot food, fam, Jammz got a job Jammz goes Rinse with his uniform on Then flings on his hat and thinks he's a don On his laptop, he's got tunes With 'Splurt Diablo type beat' on, but they're all weak songs Splurt's in my team So we've got a couple things that we gotta speak on Man wanna ring up people and say "watch out FT are mobbing sets", from that talk there Man already dead, you're already scared Ain't held no spesh, stop talking about spesh, you're air I will strangle you with them strings on your rasclart hat If you think you can take this away from music, you're mad Tell your marjay that you got your clart beat down by your dad Watch your mout, who you talking to, soundboy? You're not bad Plastician "London Living" won't save you inna war I don't wanna see you tweet that link anymore It's dead, and you're just gonna mad me And I don't even need no one in FT Just me, MI and Capo Lee Will give you a headstone next to So Large's, gladly Ghetts called me, he was talking 'bout P on the timeline But I don't follow, he didn't finalise the fee I was staring at my iPhone like "why have you rang me?" I can only vouch for a few in E3 All these other MCs from A, B and C Better stand up tall cause they ain't Raskit brang me Jammz is slowly moving to pop Used to make greaze but it failed cause you're washed Better mind how you talk to a boss Cause I'll start move anti Jammz and Pauly Papers wear the same briefs And they wanna talk to a big man about street First, stop sharing next man's panties Got a new ting called head slap off So I don't care what man's gotta say From when I rise it, man start poop He ain't got gassed, that's a ting called nerves Stink out the room with his eyes all shook Thought that crank there Jammz was a crook Got spun on his own set on air I take what he says with a pinch of salt Clash of the Pagans coming out soon When that drops, man are gonna be mad Sometimes you've gotta show man who's dad Today, like me showing Jammz who's bad Me, Mad Max Anywhere I see them boy get bax Live what I really talk on the tracks Jammz's crap bars ain't got facts [Chorus] Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Give me all that there cuh it's all mine All these new MCs' flows, they're mine They don't want no smoke cause I blow up like Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine And if a man ever try touch one of mine I'mma scar his face, he'll remember mine Turn his skin black like coal in mine