Stig of the Dump - I Got Game lyrics

(Hook x2) f** Street Fighter I got game With sk**s to burn a rapper up in white hot flames Increase the heat until you start to perspire Breath in let the beat drop its nothing but, "FIRE" (Verse 1) I bring heat like an arsonist To concepts, punchlines or bars of retardedness My whole attitude's fu*k YOU So if you don't know my problem you're probably part of it Suave a** narcissist I'm the top boy Self-taught you can't learn this art from a starter kit Tell me who reps hard as this NO ONE I'm fatter than a wideboy marker tip And that ain't the half of it EOW world champ is summat you can't argue with Heavyweights can't spar with Stig ‘Cos I will end your career with E's like Brian Harvey did Spark the piff let it circulate my system Spaz out like the riots in Brixton Big up all the real heads from London to Brisbane The rest of you f**ers can ride my diction (Hook x2) (Verse 2) Its that sick flow schizto, pissed living in disco's Live wire bringing hell fire & brimstone I rip shows, from the suburbs to skid row On much bigger beats than you've gotten from your big bro Me & the mic connect like fists to wrist bones And cause more "Organized Konfusion" than Prince Po Think you're bigger than this?? Let me chin stroke Hmmmmmm?... I DON'T THINK SO It's all gravy, mash tatties & roast beef Black cabs, battle raps & no sleep British sh** like fat yatties with broke teeth And visits to the chippy keep the fat man obese You never seen a rep that's so deep You don't even get respect from your own peeps Wanna know your copping quality? Then check the F.U motif, etched in gold leaf (Hook x2) (Verse 3) Guess who's back in the mother f**ing yard Constantly fogging bongs or chugging jars Trying to convince myself that I'm a star Out of it shouting “Tarahtid Bumbaclaat” And I don't even know what that means I'm just a loser who happens to be a rap fiend So f** trying to fit in with a whack scene Where everybody dresses like an advert for Gap jeans And if that seems ignorant Make complaints via 0800 I don't give a sh** I make f** You music You don't like it cool, f** you don't listen b**h You see I'm in it for the jokes I've been in it for a minute so quick with the k**er quotes You're in it for the image you idiots think you're dope But I'm a bigger lyricist equipped with the sicker flows