| Anyone who dissed ma mom yeah suck ya dead great gran for ya dads batty crease rude boi | |
| It's time to up the levels again | |
| A new mc's born every weekend | |
| If your an mc don't try and be freindly | |
| 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 | |
| And I'm not avin a bar like space | |
| So shut ya mout gimme space gimme room | |
| If ya don't then you will be facin ya doom | |
| My lyrics are deeper than a base in a tune | |
| With hidden messages like the face of the moon | |
| My lyrics will cheap up ya rhymes | |
| You just chat about beef all the time | |
| Your content is weeker than mine | |
| Your dry lyrics need some e45 | |
| Bare mc's just lie too much | |
| If not then they say like too much | |
| Easy peasy similies used frequently realy gets on my nerves | |
| High like sky | |
| Big like ben | |
| Air like pie | |
| That's what you do all the time in ya 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 | |
| Pickin up the ambient sounds around cause I'm on top | |
| Your so weak, when I come around, you best not | |
| Spit no lyrics, go have a drink, swag mc's, spit with me, | |
| Die in the lick | |
| It's not a good career choice | |
| My lyrics will deminish your voice | |
| If this was your lyric, you'd sayin sumfin like me bein crap in your rollz royce | |
| Not JME, that's too predictable | |
| Blud put on that rhymin voice | |
| I'll say sumfin deep like, when I go festivals | |
| I don't pay the ticket cause | |
| My names on the list | |
| V.I.p wristband triple A card | |
| Hangin from ma nekk | |
| Your not a musician, put you in a room with a computer you just surf the net | |
| Not me, I open fruit loops, koo base, locals, project | |
| Abelton live, I don't give a shit | |
| So turn on the computer, make a hit | |
| See Jme, hes in charge | |
| I ain't never been stealing cars | |
| I'm meetin stars | |
| My tunes will make ya mouth water, just like sweety jars | |
| I'm repeating bars | |
| Cause that's me, individual I didn't cheat in class | |
| You lot thicker than winston glass | |
| Lyk kano I got beats and bars | |
| My album will soon be out, you got that, | |
| Straight off the shelve like greeting cards | |
| 1s and 2s and 3s on the charts | |
| Run in HMV breezin past | |
| My lyrics are serious leavin scars | |
| Like skepta you hear me in cars | |
| I'm not a cheat but I'm breezin past | |
| Like a cheater, your a cow eatin grass | |
| Wanna see me in big car chase | |
| I'm guna grind in the paper chase | |
| Before all my skate park days | |
| Before music made the 8 bar phrase | |
| LISTENNN! like timble | |
| While Jme's hittin the right symbol | |
| Riddim is cold like a winter day | |
| Soon as the base gets cintelplates | |
| Trust, can't get rid of me since | |
| I learned how to export the mini sequence | |
| Skepta and Jme are rock | |
| Them lot got a loud base treble on the top room shot | |
| Any wasteman, with a pc | |
| Can't step to Skepta or Jme | |
| Yeah I no what you thought, could'ntbeat them at 140 ppm | |
| Yo, yo, blud, blud, don't get rude, rude, rude, rude boi warning you | |
| You, you, no, no, I don't normally slew, slew me thatll be the end of you | |
| All this bad boy talk is nothin | |
| Got a slit face if you wanna say somethin | |
| Don't get rude, blud I said don't get rude | |
| Or I will start up a cuttin | |
| Yo, yo, bredrin, fix your face, face, face, facts, facts, you can't spray | |
| Spray Jme blud what did you say | |
| Say that agen that's the end of ya day | |
| All this rare tare tare is air | |
| Think you'll scare me if you swear | |
| Don't get rude, blud I said don't get rude, or I will break your air |
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