JME Flow / 96 Bars of Revenge Remix

Lyrics

[Intro] JME FLOW!!! Anyone who's dissed my mum, yeah Prepare for ten thousand years of [?] Prepare for your girlfriend to cheat on you With every single one of your [?] Sad story but you know what girls love about Dot Rotten Oh shit, you're married [Verse] It's time to up the levels again, a new MC's 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, give me space, give me 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 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, if 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, that ain't the lick It's not a good career choice, my lyrics will diminish 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, what would I rhyme with Royce? I'll say something deep like, "When I go festivals, I don't pay the ticket kiosk" My name's 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 meetin' stars, my tunes will make your mouth water, just like sweetie 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 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 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 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 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? Don't get rude, blud I said, don't get rude, I will break your ear! [Outro] 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'