Pick Up the Mic

It's Jme, the grime scene dweller,
The Online mp3 seller,
The 100% true lyric teller,
Hand on the bible spit accapella,
I need listeners, you need a smeller,
Coz 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, berrrr 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
cant 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
Coz 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!