Fury - Still Tippin' lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: JME] Serious Alright rudeboy, you think you're big see, I can tell you think you're big cause When you talk you're in some mood, like you're super, you're too rude Enough of these guys, have got sh** to prove, all this arrogant sh** just move You think you're big see you run up your mouth, I know you ain't big, come to my house Come to my door, and you'll see I don't care what anybody says I'm me I don't change from Jamie to JME, it's all the same, it's nothing to me But you change, you go wild, how old are you, you act like a child Chat bare sh** and you act all dumb, I know that's not how you chat to your mum [Verse 2: Skepta] Shut ya mouth Ok, Listen, Yo Oi Skepta why you murkin' so many man? Thats the word on road I know wicked man in my postcode that will sniff two lines and go into devilish mode Shoot you in the face then skid round the corner like yoshi and toad, so for your own good Trust me you don't wanna see man on your road. You don't wanna see me on the scene Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream Bare mash man want me on their team cause they know from I lick shots heads are coming off clean I'll put a bullet in your bean, bullet in your cainrow bullet in your lean Put on the safety and switch off the bean Wipe your blood off my Technomarine [Verse 3: Tinchy Stryder] Yeah, Yo, Stryds, What's good, yeah Look I put the work in, I stop the flows I'm blazin' or jerkin' Non-stop though I'm raging straight breaking Stryds I'm pullin' em off I'm straight murkin' I'm so certain On straps and flows on a daily mainly 30 tunes on a daily I'm back on new TV if you don't know [?] I'm Stryds I'm back I pack flows and I pick more rhymes I leave MC's real sort I can't I won't jam like a rudeboy I'll still pack flows like heat so I'll squeeze off When I enter the rave some deep sort mark for the doors like I want war They can't see me man it's like beef war, been through ups and downs like a seesaw [Verse 4: Fury] Listen up I stepped in the game for my [?], I've seen messed up things but I trust in the Lord Bars are my witness a knife is my sword, can't stop spitting till I sekkle the score Sekkle your jaw spitting one four in war, spit a metal four with force, spit a better four of course spit another metaphor better turn what I done before New bar tippin' MC's with new scars, new flow settlin' MC's with k**er blows, new rhymes rippin' MC's with no time New Fury but I'm twice as angry New bar tippin' MC's with new scars, new flow settlin' MC's with k**er blows, new rhymes rippin' MC's with no time New Fury but I'm twice as twice as