Anyone that's dissed my mum, yeah, suck your dead great gran through your dad's batty crease rudeboy
It's time to up the levels again
A new MCs born every weekend
If you're an MC don't try and befriend me
Cause I will not holla back like Gwen
You'll get no air time like space
Frankly there's not enough space
There's already too many stars like space
I'm not having a bar like space
So shut your mouth gimme space gimme room
If you don't then you will be facing your doom
My lyrics are deeper than a bass on a tune
With hidden messages like the face on the moon
My lyrics will chief up your rhymes
You just chat about beef all the time
Your content is weaker than mine
Your dry lyrics need some e45
Bare MCs just lie too much
F not then they say like too much
Easy peasy similes used frequently really gets on my nerves
High like sky
Big like ben
Air like pie
That's what you do all the time in your rhymes
Not like mine
When I come round it's metaphor time
I'm so deep, when I come around, your ears pop
When I spit lyrics your ears stop
Picking up the ambient sounds around cause I'm on top
You're so weak, when I come around, you best not
Spit no lyrics, go have a drink, swag MCs, spitting with me
Die in the lick
It's not a good career choice
My lyrics will diminish your voice
If this was your lyric, you'd saying something like me being crap and your rolls royce
Not JME, that's too predictable
Blud, what would I rhyme with Royce?
I'll say summit deep like, when I go festivals
I don't pay the ticket kiosk
My names on the list
V.I.P wristband triple A card
Hangin' from my neck
You're not a musician, put you in a room with a computer you just surf the net
Not me, I open Fruit Loops, Cubase, Pro Tools, Logic
Reason, Abelton Live, I don't give a shit
Switch on the computer, make a hit
See JME, he's in charge
I ain't never been stealing cars
I'm meetin' stars
My tunes will make your mouth water, just like sweety jars
I'm repeating bars
Cause that's me, individual I didn't cheat in class
You lot are thicker than windscreen glass
Like kano I got beats and bars
My album will soon be out, you can cop that
Straight off the shelf like greeting cards
Want 1s, 2s and 3s in the charts
When you're in HMV breezing past
My lyrics are serious leaving scars
Like Skepta you'll hear me in cars
I'm not a cheat but I'm breezin' past
Like a cheetah, you're a cow eatin grass
You won't see me in a bait car chase
I'm on the grind on a paper chase
Before all my skate park days
Before music made the 8-bar phrase
LISTENNN! Like Trimbal
While JME's hitting the right cymbal
Riddim is cold like a winter day
Listen to the bass get syncopate
Trust, can't get rid of me since
I learned how to export the MIDI sequence
Skepta and JME I rock
Them lot got a got a loud bass drum and a top from a shop
Any wasteman, with a PC
Can't step to Skepta or JME
I don't care what you thought, can't beat them at 140 bpm
Yo-yo blud-blud don't get
Rude-rude-rude-rude boy-boy, Warning
You-you-you know that I don't normally
Slew-slew-slew me that'll be the end of you
All this bad boy talk is nothin'
Got a stiff face like you wanna say somethin'
Don't get rude, blud I said DON'T GET RUDE
I will start upper cutting
Yo-yo Bredrin fix your face-face-face-face
Facts-facts you can't spray-spray-spray JME blud
What did you say-say-ssssay that again that's the end of your day
All this re-te-te is air
Think you'll scare me if you swear
Dont get rude, blud I said DONT GET RUDE, I WILL BREAK YOUR EAR!
Serious yeah, uppin' the levels yeah, producing the beats, writing the lyrics. One take. JME. Serious. Hold tight all the waste MCs, all the people wasting their time, you're not a musician, stop what you doin', shuuttt ya mouth
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