[Intro] Yo Jamie Yo, yo rudeboy Ayo rudeboy, come here, blud Oi, come here, oi, yo, stop Come here, star Ayy, ayy blud, come here blud Dont want... come here! [Verse 1] Shut ya mout, rudeboy, allow the hype Chatting shit, put down the mic See, in two years, youre gonna pull out the pipe Send for the rocks, pull out the light If I was you, I would sit down tonight Read them bars you decide to write And think carefully before I put my dutty lips around the mic What? Check out the sweat on my neck Im Lord of the Mic and Lord of the Deck Not no wasted yout from the bits I can MC, produce and mix Nah, fam, I wont diss you Lets not make this an issue Cause really nobody would miss you If your dad wouldve put you in a tissue Ive got two GUESS watches You think thats P? Guess what is Round my neck, if my chest hot, it Cools me down like a vest top Nah, you wont see me with no red blotches On my chest, near my breast pocket What you thought you saw, I guess not, its My pendant that will blind out your eye Yo, blud, dont get rude Rudeboy, warning you You know that I dont normally slew Slew me, thatll be the end of you All this badboy talk is nothing Youve got a stiff face like you wanna say something Dont get rude, I said dont get rude I will start uppercutting [Hook] You better mind out that I dont Bounce your head twice and dunk it in a basket Try jack Jmes flow, jack Jmes lyrics And then try to mask it Youre baiter than a rasta man With fourteen tenses Your style will go dry Quicker than contact lenses [Verse 2] I write lyrics, if you take offence You can go to your garden and take a fence And knock yourself out, but if were friends Ring me, its only thirty pence Or you can take it upon yourself To go home and write one yourself But youre so swag That youll probably write a bar like this Jme, you shout too loud Jme, put the mic down Jme, you just aint cutting it If I see your face, Im headbutting it Jme, you think youre serious Jme, youre nowhere near it Jme, you think youre sick But youre any durag prick While you were writing oneliners I was on road shotting oneliners Not flames, couldnt be seen on the roads Blackedout like a limousine on the roads What? I wear black clothes when Im here Nobody even knows when Im here I only wrote this lyric to show Im the master of the oneline flows Beat you up! Yeah, yeah, everybody knows Youre some goodygoody, yeah, everybody knows I hear you say Boy Better Know But you aint got the energy, Boy Better Know! From day one, yeah, thats me AIR VENT IN YOUR CREP! Yeah, thats me Im the master of the oneline flows I can proudly say that Ive got one of those [Hook] You better mind out that I dont Bounce your head twice and dunk it in a basket Try jack Jmes flow, jack Jmes lyrics And then try to mask it Youre baiter than a rasta man With fourteen tenses Your style will go dry Quicker than contact lenses
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