Skeen - Blay Vision

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Skeen

Mandem think that they’re rough

Skeen, skeen, skeen

Mandem think that they’re rough

Nobody can get touched

Dem man dere are on stuff

Man wanna call my bluff

You’ll leave wid your head back scuffed

Different beam when I’m on my

Different beam when I’m on my crud, yo

Everyone’s greaze 'till a man gets pitched and reality sets

Don’t get vex

You were just screaming «dip man’s chest»

Now man ah scream «let's dip man, bless»

Tables turned, man got boxed, girls got prang, this weren’t the plan

Everyone ran that was screaming gang

Even your bro and he was Wham!

Know my steeze

There is no flexing on my Gs

Bun a MC in his new Nikes

And his little pagan that moves Siamese

I Don’t go gym, I just watch my P

Man talk crud, send a man OT

Touch my don, tell a man hold three

Seen big man cry from bally and beam

Skeen

Mandem think that they’re rough, skeen

Nobody can get touched, skeen

Dem man dere are on stuff, skeen

Man wanna call my bluff, skeen

You’ll leave with your head back scuffed

Different league when I talk 'bout dubs

Different beam when I’m on my crud

Skeen, skeen, skeen, skeen, skeen

Mandem think that they’re rough, skeen

Nobody can get touched, skeen

Dem man dere are on stuff, skeen

Man wanna call my bluff, skeen

You’ll leave with your head back scuffed

Different league when I talk 'bout dubs

Different beam when I’m on my crud

Look, I know man that will marry your mum, get a visa, come to the country and

done your clart

Where do I start?

Man have i been sick from the get go everybody knows wagwarn

And if I say I’m gonna box man up

Don’t think faces aren’t gonna get harmed

I might put five gold chains on your neck

And then make my man walk through Farm

Nah, them man are smoking buj

Draw man out, man wish they could

Man i got fifteen-year friendships

That’ll run up in your yard with shells and juj

Run up in your yard with shells and pain

These mandem don’t care 'bout shame

Box man down in front of his wifey

Your son went home thinking «you're lame»

Mandem are losing themselves for the reload

Shouting out things that will get them bored

Fam, I am not here for the banter

We can even take this talk next door

When you hear me, just know it’s the realest

Man don’t flex like lyrical whores

Dem man dere make tunes with dickheads

Dem antics, man can’t endorse, nah

Man better calm in the skin god gave them before man bun it

Ten years deep, man can’t run it

Dead MCs, man’s all done it

Lord of the Mics, yeah, man won it

All from heat, man’s still gunning

Sixteen bars had man running

Got no youts, man’s still sonning

Skeen

Mandem think that they’re rough, skeen

Nobody can get touched, skeen

Dem man dere are on stuff, skeen

Man wanna call my bluff, skeen

You’ll leave with your head back scuffed

Different league when I talk 'bout dubs

Different beam when I’m on my crud

Skeen, skeen, skeen, skeen, skeen

Mandem think that they’re rough, skeen

Nobody can get touched, skeen

Dem man dere are on stuff, skeen

Man wanna call my bluff, skeen

You’ll leave with your head back scuffed

Different league when I talk 'bout dubs

Different beam when I’m on my crud

Skeen, skeen, skeen, skeen, skeen

Mandem think that they’re rough

Nobody can get touched, skeen

Dem man dere are stuff, skeen

Man wanna call my bluff, skeen

You’ll leave with your head back scuffed

Different league when I talk 'bout dubs

Different beam when I’m on my crud