JME - 96 Bars Of Revenge

Song Rating: 8.89/10

Song lyrics:

Anyone thats dissed my mum, yeah, s** your dead great gran through your dads batty crease rudeboy

Its time to up the levels again
A new MCs born every weekend
If youre an MC, dont try and befriend me
Cause I will not holla back like Gwen
Youll get no air time like space
Frankly theres not enough space
Theres already too many stars like space
Im not having a bar like space
So shut your mouth, give me space, give me room
If you dont then you will be facing your doom
My lyrics are deeper than a ba** 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
F 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
Thats what you do all the time in your rhymes
Not like mine
When I come round its metaphor time
Im so deep, when I come around, your ears pop
When I spit lyrics your ears stop
Picking up the ambient sounds around cause Im on top
Youre so weak, when I come around, you best not
Spit no lyrics, go have a drink, swag MCs, spitting with me
That aint the lick
Its not a good career choice
My lyrics will diminish your voice
If this was your lyric, youll say something like me being crap and your Rolls Royce
Not Jme, thats too predictable
Blud, what would I rhyme with Royce?
Ill say something deep like, when I go festivals
I dont pay the ticket kiosk
My names on the list
V.I.P wristband, triple A card
Hangin from my neck
Youre not a musician, put you in a room with a computer
Youll just surf the net
Not me, I open Fruit Loops, Cubase, Pro Tools, Logic
Reason, Abelton Live, I dont give a sh**
Switch on the computer, make a hit


See Jme? hes in charge
I aint never been stealing cars
Im meetin stars
My tunes will make your mouth water, just like sweety jars
Im repeating bars
Cause thats me, individual, I didnt cheat in cla**
You lot are thicker than windscreen gla**
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 1s, 2s and 3s in the charts
When youre in HMV breezing past
My lyrics are serious, leaving scars
Like Skepta, youll hear me in cars
Im not a cheat but Im breezin past
Like a cheetah, youre a cow eatin gra**
You wont see me in a bait car chase
Im on the grind on a paper chase
Before all my skate park days
Before music made the 8-bar phrase
LISTENNN! Like Trimbal
While Jmes hitting the ride cymbal
Riddim is cold like a winter day
Listen to the ba** get syncopate
Trust, cant get rid of me since
I learned how to export the MIDI sequence
Skepta and Jme I rock
Them lot got a got a loud ba** drum and a top from a shop
Any wasteman with a PC
Cant step to Skepta or Jme
I dont care what you thought, cant beat them at 140 bpm
Yo-yo blud-blud dont get
Rude-rude-rude-rude boy-boy, warning
You-you-you know that I dont normally
Slew-slew-slew me thatll be the end of you
All this bad boy talk is nothin
Got a stiff face like you wanna say somethin
Dont get rude, blud I said DONT GET RUDE
I will start upper cutting
Yo-yo Bredrin, fix your face-face-face-face
Facts-facts you cant spray-spray-spray Jme blud
What did you say-say-ssssay that again thats the end of your day
All this re-te-te is air
Think youll scare me if you swear?
Dont get rude, blud I said DONT GET RUDE, I WILL BREAK YOUR EAR!

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, youre not a musician, stop what you doin, shuuttt ya mouth

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 00:27