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If you don't know my voice by now then rudeboy check out the face If you don't know my voice by now then rudeboy check out the face Don't act like you don't know Big Narstie said don't fuck up the base If you don't know my crew by now then rudeboy, check out the goons If you don't know my crew by now then rudeboy, check out the goons Test one of us man then I'll definitely snap man into two Jump on the stage, buss up the mic then DJ just jack up the tune If you don't know what BBK means, rudeboy check out the top If you don't know what BBK means, rudeboy check out the top Boy Better Know yeah, it's on my snapback too, but they cost a lot Like I ain't told you already "bare man fi get da elbow drop!" If you don't know bout Deeco by now, rude boy check out the beats If you wanna chat shit then bare man fi get the block and delete What Fam that's poor Bringing them bars to a lyrical war Your ego won't fit through the door But your whole vocabulary will fit in one tweet With no TMI Air You can ask Chip, I'm fire alie Now I'm gonna reach for the sky I don't do how they didn't wanna do it, I do it how they used to do it but now they can't do it anymore Now they see me doing it and they wanna do it but you can see obviously I'm doing it raw Why you stuttering for The mics in your hand yeah, but your not sure Jme will mash up a grime set, house set, dubstep or 4/4 Carbon fibre on my whip Carbon fibre on my crep You will get a box in the lip If you diss Frisco or Skep You can't tell me shit You know who I rep Hold tight Sunjay Litt Them man there from early People that like good music know how to hunt it down Any stage show I'll bun it down Been doing this ting since 2003 So don't come here now Chatting shit like "Oh my God, Jme that grime stuff is so in right now At our label yeah we..." Shhhhhhhuttyuhmuh I don't wanna talk Keep your bread and your knife and fork Don't waste time coming here chatting shit to me blud We're like cheese and chalk Chalk and cheese, stop talking please Do 180 degrees and keep walking Breeze Nope, don't ask for my number or email No way fam, I don't want spam You'll get a punch in the nose like blam If you're desperate holla at Sam Can't get through, yeah that was the plan Leave me alone rudeboy just jam Take the hint Stop talking in my face, take a mint I don't want your help And I wouldn't take money from You if I was skint
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