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 your an MC don't try and be friendly

′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 gimme space, gimme 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 of the moon

My lyrics will cheap up your rhymes

You just chat about beef all the time

Your content is weeker than mine

Your dry lyrics need some E45

Bare MCs just lie too much

If not then they say, "like" too much

Easy peasy similies 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 deminish 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 put on that rhymin voice

I'll say something 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 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 meeting stars

My tunes will make your 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 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 breezing past

Like a cheetah, you′re a cow eating 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 slit face if you wanna say somethin'

Don′t get rude, blud I said don′t get rude

I will start upper cuttin'

Yo-yo bredrin, fix your face-face-face-face, facts-facts you can′t spray-spray

Spray JME blud, what did you say?

Say that again that's the end of ya 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 air

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'