| Brand new wave, Fizzer, MJ
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| I’m the bossman, Perempay
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| Pioneered the flow ting, let’s say
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| I’m the best here, nobody can’t test me
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| Hi hater, bye hater
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| Coming and screwing your face, get a life hater
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| You ain’t gonna bring me down like a bell
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| I told them «here's my hometown», Adele
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| Ooh, showed em the F you sign
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| If you come, I’m coming, I’m skipping the dead tunes, right?
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| I will never stop it, it’s Fizzy, it’s best you guys
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| Better run Neptune’s eye
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| Yeah, I can spit fast, but
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| Some of them don’t understand
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| Let me dumb it down for the gang and
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| Tell you why I’m the man
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| My names Fizzler, Fizzler
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| What’s my name? |
| F-I double Z
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| I’m alive in the flesh, it’s the guy from the west
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| My names Fizzler, Fizzler
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| They know I’m one-of-a-kind coming from grime
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| Might flow so you bubble the lines double the time
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| Prepare for the Spartan, alarming, sparring
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| When I’m barring guards and when I’m warring, yes
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| We’re doing our ting, sharpening a bow and arrow so ragged
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| Hitting hard, no hassle, or anybody up in the booth
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| Either we’ll go tackle them, I’ve been through
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| The pain and strife making hype, racing time
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| Killing the beats, aiming high, it’s a cutthroat game
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| Watch out for the snakes, alright?
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| I’m doing my thang bruv, shocking everybody
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| When I’m spitting, I’m making your hair stand up
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| Something like 5000 volts going through your body
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| I’ve got the game shook like precidian
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| More work for me, I can’t stop
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| Enough of them are sending for Fizzy, they can’t stop
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| We can do it whenever you’re ready, I’m on it whenever
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| And we dead them off, then they can’t test
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| Yeah, function, X ray vision
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| Lazer beams I aim at peeps and burn your face and cheeks
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| See I’m at it with poor omen, deceasing opponents
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| With lightning bolts I’ll be fighting folks like Gollum
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| Composing flows in an evil structure
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| to the fiendful peep
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| Bruk out your ting, I’ll make the evil speak
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| When the evil speaks, I’ll come down on you
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| Rain on you fellas like say my name’s Gary
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| Throwing out fire beats, something like Mario
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| Ask Fabio, in a manner I’m
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| And I’ve got shows like Bowser and Wario
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| That’s if you wanna get technica yo
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| Intellectual flow’s what I got
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| I flow so high, like say I’m a pilot
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| I clock so many fellas wanna copy me
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| Skipping on the riddim but they couldn’t do it properly
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| Honestly, I’m so better than these wannabe rappers
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| Cause many chatters can’t do it, upper body ya bredders
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| You see me? |
| I’m so disrespectful
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| I would never copy your flow, don’t get stressful
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| Bitches wanna chat up my chrome, get your kettle
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| 'Nuff of you are living at home, better settle
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| Bad to the bone and still I am
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| Brill-i-ant, oh so heavy like
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| Do you, I’mma be me, will.i.am
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| Don’t matter if you dislike man
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| I will chase my dream till I get it, bro
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| Epic shows, hard work, effort knows
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| Make it known, switch it up, kill it with the reggae flow
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| It’s Mr Scrufizz and MJ Cole |