Pick Up The Mic

(album: Blam! - 2010)

It's Jme, the grime scene dweller
The Online mp3 seller
The 100% true lyric teller
Hand on the bible spit accapella
I need listeners, you need a smeller
Cause your music stinks
Bite my flow, catch salmonella
Or get beat box like killa kella
Pub man ting, widda Stella
Left hook, top lip sweller
Wobbly tooth, bare Bonjela
My wallet is a cheese sandwich
First I put in the bread
And top o dat I put cheddar
And top o dat we're OGs
Don't beleive me ask Mela

It's Jme the grime ambassador
The badboy mp3 trafficker
If you spit acid, I spit Acider
U get popped like pringles paprika
U won't spray man your a panicker
Can't chase my status with no stamina
U get a texas chainsaw Massacre
Modern Warfare silenced Raffica
No chaps no chain no manager
Somehow Still you're not in my caliber
My lyrics are so detailed asif I made them with a lens and an aperture
Proffesional not amateur
Cause I work all night like Dracula
If two of my Friends argue I'm On both sides like the a's in Africa

Go home, look in the mirror
Realise no ones scared
You tried to diss me, no one cared
When you came radio, no or tared
You're not hench, you're not bad
You just screw up your face all weird
Tryna get hype off me you get air
Tryna get hype... you get air!
You jumped out the whip, No one ran
Nobody cares what you got in your hand
Nobody cares what you got in your jeans
I'll slap you so hard I'll crack your phone screen, YO
Don't bring war to the king
Don't tell me about draw for The ting, YO
Right about now, you're heads so big
You get charged more for you're trim, SAFE!