Scorcher - Wiley, Frisco, God's Gift & Jammer Diss lyrics

I don't even wanna sound angry cah
(Scorcher, ha)
I ain't even angry (It's The Movement)
See Will? Will's brave (Will)
But, it's certain other man it's like
They wanna be involved like Frisco
If you wanna be involved
It's alright you know
(Aye come on, haha) Listen

You need to take Back 2 Da
Lab back to the lab
Because that shit's actually swag
And you could say I got punched in the face
But who got clapped in the back with a MAC?
Actually facts
Then they met out out your beanies
I've clocked all your dirty dealers
And I've ruled you already
You done battle with Scorch
Am I ready for round 2?


Course I'll be ready and waiting
Aye look, Frisco, face it
You're not big, you're basic
And I see you got a whole
New clique you rave with
You kiss arse, trying to get big fast
Through the whole '04, you sent for Wiley
Now I see you on ends with Wiley
I remember what you said about Skepta
Now you two are best friends and smiley

I rain on the shame
He ain't got no place in the game
I'm stating it plain
And all for the sake of the fame
He turned his back on his ends
And friends and maybe his name
I laugh when I hear you
On the tune with Wretch
Like Fris got wade in the game
For the third and fourth time
You lost the plot, but I heard of fourth line
And now you wanna switch your style up
Two faced coward, you switch your smile up
You need to realise, Fris, your time's up
You ain't got the hunger and
You ain't getting younger
Look, stick to 9 to 5
Because you won't be rich if you
Try to rhyme for life as for flow
This prick ain't rhyming tight as I
We've been here and already done this
I already won this
It was like '04 when I done Fris
When I switch 6 two years back
I can see Fris trying to push tears back
Fam, keep on talking, I don't believe you
That's the problem, I need to

Hah, aye, what? Hah aye listen, look, look

I'm sending for Eski, I'm sending for Pepsi
Tell the old man, fall back
'Cause, I'll rain on Wolfpack
Keep chatting about Bow for the Wolves
Until I make Roman bounce on my tools
You're Treddin' on Thin Ice
As for 2nd Phaze
Your career's seen better days
And why's God's Gift getting involved
And belling my phone?
He ain't on my level, I'm sending him home
It's time that I sweep the game up
Will's trying to clash to keep his name up
But he ain't a flyboy
He ain't got nothing on my boy
Scratchy ain't the best white boy
Look people, let's get real
His album dropped in 2003
And he's still trying to beg
For his next big deal
But Will, you've come to the end of the hill
After countless finals, countless rivals
You lost your crown and your title
And you were signed too
I hate to break the news
See Roll Deep? I ain't never seen
No team as fake as yous
So don't kid yourself
When your album hit the shelf
I felt ashamed for you
'Cause when I was in school
I used to take your crew
But apart from Rascal
Who else made it through?
Your team's the biggest joke
And who's been on the road
Apart from Riko, Trim, or Roach?
You're a bag of mugs
Trying to front like a bag of tugs

Hahaha oh yeah, oh yeah (Hoo hoo)

And as for Jammer
You ain't no gangster rapper
Fall back, or I'ma have to stab ya
And I ain't gonna warn you two times
Because you ain't worth more than two lines
Look, real talk if we had beef
I'd just break your jaw a few times
Because you ain't the type to
War and shoot 9s