96 Bars of Revenge Lyrics By Jme

• Artist Jme
• Title 96 Bars of Revenge
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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 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, theres not enough space
There's already too many stars like space
I'm not havin' a bar like space
So shut your mouth, give me space, give me room
If you don't then you'll be facin' 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 around its 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
You're so weak, when I come around
You best not spit no lyrics
Go have a drink swag MCs
Spittin' 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 somethin' like
Me bein' crap and you're Roll Royce
Not JME, that's too predictable
Blud, what would I rhyme with Royce?
I'll say somethin' deep like when I go to festivals
I don't pay the ticket 'cause
My name's on the list
VIP 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 stealin' cars
I'm meetin' stars
My tunes will make your mouth water
Just like sweety jars
I'm repeatin' 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 greetin' cards
Want 1s, 2s, and 3s in the charts
When you're in HMV breezin' past
My lyrics are serious, leavin' 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 big car chase
I'm on a grind, on a paper chase
Before all my skate park days
Before music come up, made the 8-bar phrase
Listen, like Trimbal
While JME's hittin' the right cymbal
Riddim is cold like a winter day
Listen as 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 top from shop
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, blood, blood 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, bredren fix your face, face, face, face
Facts-facts you can't spray-spray-spray JME blood
What did you say-say-say 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
Serious, yeah
Uppin' the levels yeah, producin' the beats, writin' the lyrics
One take, JME, serious
Hold tight all the waste MCs, all the people wastin' their time
You're not a musician, stop what you're doin'
Shut your mouth