96 Bars of Revenge Songtext
von JME
96 Bars of Revenge Songtext
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'
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'
Writer(s): Jahmaal Fyffe, Jamie Adenuga Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
