JME - No Qualms lyrics

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JME - No Qualms lyrics

[Hook: Jme] I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell dem shut your mout, there's no qualms (I tell dem shut their mout, there's no, because) [Verse 1: Wiley] Yo, I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell dem shut your mout, there's no qualms When I roll through the end, n***as ring the alarm I don't like hype and I try and stay calm but Ain't gonna work cause I'm a street star When I get a 9 bar, I've gotta move that fast And you can't say Wiley won't last More than a blast from the past, I'm sharp because I practice Jack, you don't really want no arms Cause I'm your favourite MC, that's why I laugh and None of your crew can't travel my path See me on my own, I've got more than half But I can't take part if I'm too outnumbered It ain't fair, still, I don't care I'm eating chicken korma, pilau and naan [Hook: Jme] I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell dem shut your mout, there's no qualms (Listen, shut your mout, there's no) [Verse 2: Wiley] Yo, yeah, because we make the hype tracks Spitters in the game wanna roll with me or Go against me or try not to pay me What they owe me or I'm gonna have to hit the road Smash up your black MG or You don't wanna get robbed for a ki or A half box, 9 litre or half [?] The goons on the door, they par with me or You? Nah, they par with me or I'm a rudeboy from around E3 or Other rudeboys from E5, E8, E15 and E13 or N13 or W3 or SW9 and SE3 or The way I get down on the track's too real You're looking for the top boy? Yeah, that's me or [Hook: Jme] I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell dem shut your mout, there's no qualms (Listen, shut your mout, there's no) [Verse 3: Wiley] Yo, and your girl smells choong when she wears Dior Speak if you've got a problem with me or Forever hold your peace and go and drink tea or Watch me, I'll piss on your family tree or Spit on the door, let 'em know that it's me or I'll egg your windows, laugh with me or Keep a straight face, stand stiff in the place Can't take my place, not two or three or I'm number one, you say you can't see or Might you be lying? Cause he or she saw No other challengers making P or Making up ground in the game like we are I'm a changed character, ain't the same calibre Don't need a manager, stick with me or Travel your own path, what am I doing? Don't ask, I'm perfecting my craft to the T or Something like that [Hook: Jme] I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell dem shut your mout, there's no qualms (Listen, shut your mout, there's no, yo) [Hook: Jme] I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell dem shut your mout, there's no qualms