Ignorant - Frisco

And right now I gotta big up the mandem, ya dunknow

'Ere what I’m saying yeah

Are you listening?

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

(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

'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

(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

'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

(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