96 Bars of Revenge

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 MC's born every weekend If your an MC don't try and be friendly '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 Lyrics are deeper than a bass on a tune With hidden messages like the face of the moon My lyrics will cheap up your rhymes You just chat about beef all the time Your content is weeker than mine Your dry lyrics need some E45 Bare MCs just lie too much If not then they say, "like" too much Easy peasy similies 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 That ain't the lick It's not a good career choice My lyrics will deminish your voice If this was your lyric, you'll say something like me being crap and your Rolls Royce Not JME, that's too predictable Blud put on that rhymin voice I'll say something 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 my neck You're not a musician, put you in a room with a computer, you'll just surf the net Not me, I open Fruit Loops, Cubase, Pro Tools, Logic Reason, Ableton 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 meeting 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 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 one's, two's and three's 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 breezing past Like a cheetah, you're a cow eating 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 are rough Them lot got a loud bass drum and a tough rim shot 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 slit face if you wanna say somethin' Don't get rude, blud I said don't get rude I will start upper cuttin' Yo-yo bredrin, fix your face-face-face-face, facts-facts you can't spray-spray Spray JME blud, what did you say? Say that again that's the end of ya day All this re-te-te is air, think you'll scare me if you swear? Don't get rude, blud I said don't get rude, I will break your air 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're doin', shut ya mout'