96 Bars of JME

Big up my mum, my dad, my brother, my sister, skepta
Hold tight wiley
Boy better know
See I got bare labels phoning me but
Cash point aint showing me no love
Everyones got my tunes on their phone
And the cd in the pc at home
Is packed with all of the tunes Ive done
But my wallet aint saying one
You think Im making mad p
All right! My money is angry with me
It took me five years to get 10 A to Cs
But in five days I get 10 ACs
Somebody out there please tell me
What Ima do with my uni degree?
I dont want a job
Blud I swear down
I just wanna be a big mc
Or something along them lines
Swear on my life
Music means so much to me
Getting a degree to me is like a plan B
It will mean so much to my family
But understand me
JavaScript makes me wanna swear like Plan B
I know itll come in handy
I stick with it even when I get angry
And Im not on my own
I got a brother in this music game like Brandy
He knows how much music means to me
Were just trying to make money legally
I know guys thatll creep in your house
Go upstairs
Open your safe and steal a g
That sounds like quick p to me
But still I travel on c-c
And WAGN
And Silverlink
Everythings not what it seems to be
You think Im stupid
Move on
Stereotype me
Ill prove you wrong
Ask anybody that knew me ages ago
Theyll say I had my head screwed on
Yeah JME that guy hes cool
Trust me blud, he went to my school
He made me a ring tone once
It was like Eskimo mixed into Oldschool
To this day, I still aint changed
JME, music in his veins
Same face, same deranged
Thoughts coming through the speaker each day
Mum still shouting turn down the bass
Bredrins lounging around the place
I dont smoke but my rooms smoked out
Cant see my hand in front of my face
As if Im in a time capsule
My pockets are still filled with shrapnel
Only difference, some of its Euros
Ive been travelling, capital to capital
Ive been nuff countries I swear
One day Im a write them all down
If you turn the clock the back 2 years
I dont think Id have even left town
But still I used to make hits
I was blessed with a lyrical art
The other mcs, they werent shit
But they come like lyrical farts
And they stunk, I used to hate them
See nowadays I rate them
Not cause I think that theyre down
But for simply sticking around
The bars are right, theyre like red bull
Trust blud, I got a whole shedfull
Yeah sometimes I can be a hot head
But more time my heads cool
When Im a hot head I dont get lyrical
I get serious, lyrically physical
I start shouting stuff like derkhead
And people think its really cool
In the mc rank Im a piss take
Yeah blud Im way before fifth place
JME, everyone saw his face
See now Ive got about four mixtapes
Trust me I know youre playin em
And all of my lyrics youre sayin em
Even your girl says Shuhut your mouth
Theres no escaping its blatant
Yo blud man better know
No one test with the dibby dibby flow
Flow round here on the mic Im a pro
Professional in the game and you know
All this war and clash is trash
Ill make a tune or bore some gash
Dont get rude
I said dont get rude
Or I will singe your tache
Yo blud stand over there
Dare you attempt to swear
Swear down Ill burn your ear
Ere what blud you know I dont even care
All this push out your chest is late
I did that in 1998
Dont get rude
I said dont get rude
Or I will phlegm in your face