Big Man Ting

Beat quick This rhymes so sick, its needing nursing 
Flow tight off the bat there’s no rehearsing 
Challenge me to a battle? bruv I’m the first in,
U shook, I see u rattle from just one verse in 
Keep the day job, and tighten up ur purse strings 
If there’s cash to be won, it won’t be your wins! 
When I leave here I’m taking one of ur tings,
Take her the full 12 rounds until the bell rings 
Unless she can’t hold out and throws the towel in
And Ill move on to that friend she brings 
U watch us leave and u just left imagining 
Of who what why and what might’ve  been 
U wish the only time u spit is when ur battling 
Choke on stage cant stop urself remembering 
Nervous holding back instead of diving in
Going down wasting time, start babbling 
U choked then too instead of swallowing 
Never leading, on a lead always following 
U paid in full but boy are u still owing 
Think ur a big man ting but u still growing 
Pay attention to this lesson that I’m showing 
U better swallow it next time u poke ur nose in.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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