Best In The Game

[Intro: Frisco]

Big Fris

Eskiboy

(Yo, cuz)

Yeah blud you know what season it is (Yeah, cuz)

Boy Better Know, it's nothing long

Best in the game man

Big up the North, South, East, West

And it's all bless, look (Yeah, cuz)

Oi, rudeboy

[Verse 1: Frisco & Wiley]

Oi, blud, you must be taking the piss

There's so many MC guys right now I'm taking my pick

So when I spray these bars rudeboy I won't miss

I got fake MCs imitating and raping my shit, remix and remaking my shit

Drop changing and rearranging my shit

As bad as you wanna be me you can't see me

Kick back relax, don't chat to me greazy

I'm like crack in the game I got fans that need me

And if need be, I'll do a mixtape in a week and give it away for a freebie

So I'm hard on the grind, come to my yard and it's bars that you'll find

Bars that are brown and bars that are white

Bars that are right will lick off a guys headside, when I spray a 16 on the mic

Boy Better Know that I'm mean on the mic

Even when I'm lean and I smoke green on the mic

I'll embarrass your whole team on the microphone, leave the mic alone I spit hype

Can't tell me nuttin' 'cause I say what I like

I don't just say what I write, I spray what I write

And you know I write what I want

And what I want is to show everybody I was out of the game but I'm back and I'm ready

Bang my mixtape out in a month, when I shot that I wanna make more than a lump

And these donuts need to get dunked, get shown up and fully grow up, don't front (Eskiboy)

Frisco's a fully grown man you're just a likkle punk, some big 45 manna pump (Frisco, showing them)

[Verse 2: Wiley]

Justin's busting to take my title, I won't let it go without a fight though

Now he's getting better in the game, tried to be my rival

Really I'm looking down on 'em, as if I was the Eiffel

I might call Kylie for this one, it's likely, we might be swinging 'till nightfall

I'm a straight winner, don't need to be spiteful

Fully grown boy I'm not like you

But if I have to, I'ma start bussing like mic, if you know I'm in a bad mood run for your life

Don't hype with the knife, come slide with the stripe or come along, "Boom Boom!", riding my bike

I swear Just', that's what I'm like

Think I've had a hard life, watch the news my life ain't shite

Then I see you angry, fighting the mic

I'm like, "What's your problem with the mic?"

That's why you shouldn't fuck with the team, don't chuck it with the team

I'm too big, they can't knock him in the scene

I won't get knocked, try top him in the scene

Think the kids off guard, lean on green

I'm so controversial, strong not weak so it's on

Who's on, the remix that you're tryna make a better tune then

I'm superhuman, think that I'm a loser

You keep fucking with the team, then you're gonna be the human losing

I'm an intruder, I'm intruding

When niggas came to the game I was moving, six years later Wiley's still moving

Tell me who's weighty, run out of date

Me I'm on form, no top boys cruising

See a spot in the ranks and try move in

Me I got a spot in the ranks, I ain't moving

[Verse 3: Frisco & Wiley]

Boy Better Know we got the place in a frenzy

You coming against my team is long and it don't make sense like a friendly

So I'll dun' a guy quick like out in a Henry

I got guys all over my flow, I dunno why they all wanna bore and lend me

Stronger than you like the pound to a ben G, I'll duppy MCs don't tempt me

I'm peaking, hear the streets speaking, it's so hard to stop music from leaking

I've given up, I've got life to live out, wisdom to give out, beats to keep beating

I'm on a switch when they say that I'm cheating

And you, you're jealous just 'cause I'm peaking

Been around the track about 10 times week in and you're back there, I know the feeling

So I dare one of these MCs try chat to me bad, and get Boy Better Know mad

Yeah I'm old school like bumping a cab

I can easily make your good day turn bad

I know I gotta do a new video, Gangsters video, bring the title right back

I'm roaming on Roman Road with Frisco and 54 sharks will break your back

[Outro: Wiley]

Yeah, Eskiboy, Frisco

Nothing long, trust me

Boy Better Know

Man's peaking

Big up all the T man, big up all the Nort' London massive

East, West, South, it's nothing long, trust me

Boy Better Know, shh hut yuh muh