Pick up the Mic - JME

The Online mp3 seller

The 100% true lyric teller

Hand on the bible spit accapella

I need listeners, you need a smeller

Cause your music stinks

Bite my flow, catch salmonella

Or get beat box like killa kella

Pub man ting, widda Stella

Left hook, top lip sweller

Wobbly tooth, bare Bonjela

My wallet is a cheese sandwich

First I put in the bread

And top o dat I put cheddar

And top o dat we’re OGs

Don’t beleive me ask Mela

It’s Jme the grime ambassador

The badboy mp3 trafficker

If you spit acid, I spit Acider

U get popped like pringles paprika

U won’t spray man your a panicker

Can’t chase my status with no stamina

U get a texas chainsaw Massacre

Modern Warfare silenced Raffica

No chaps no chain no manager

Somehow Still you’re not in my caliber

My lyrics are so detailed asif I made them with a lens and an aperture

Proffesional not amateur

Cause I work all night like Dracula

If two of my Friends argue I’m On both sides like the a’s in Africa

Go home, look in the mirror

Realise no ones scared

You tried to diss me, no one cared

When you came radio, no or tared

You’re not hench, you’re not bad

You just screw up your face all weird

Tryna get hype off me you get air

Tryna get hype… you get air!

You jumped out the whip, No one ran

Nobody cares what you got in your hand

Nobody cares what you got in your jeans

I’ll slap you so hard I’ll crack your phone screen, YO

Don’t bring war to the king

Don’t tell me about draw for The ting, YO

Right about now, you’re heads so big

You get charged more for you’re trim, SAFE!