96 Bars of Revenge

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