JME - 96 Bars Of Revenge lyrics

rate me

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

Thanks to Patrick quinn for correcting these lyrics