(Boogiedown ba**) [Verse 1] My lyrics are fresh like Wrigley's Believe it or not like Ripley's Boys on road still wanna chiv me I don't care though, dance with me We're dancing, see And I make this music simply People get vexed cause they're too complex Put their track on the decks and No-no-no people stay seated Main objective is defeated You played in the same club we did When we played, they stampeded Objective completed Cause we get the dance all heated I've done four mixtapes, look me in the face And tell me that I have cheated [Verse 2] Yo, after my performance Everybody comes round in a swarm and They're all patting me down like they're doormen Congratulating and applauding Bare questions like I'm an informant And I'm trying not to come across boring They are all up in the mix cause they think that I'm rich And MC for the P but - Nope-nope-nope's for the love of the music These ain't diamonds, they're cubics I love the music biz to bits And I figured it out like my Rubik's Trust me, it's simple to do this On your album, you need two hits They're marketing tools for artists to use And that's the way you will sell units [Verse 3] I'm Jme, mic controller I no longer walk with a folder I graduated, I got my education And I'm prepared for my life when I'm older Can you smell that odour? That's the stinking lyrics that I'll show ya I don't care if you've got a revolver Have I got a strap? Nope-nope-nope, trust me, I'm not a gun holder I just roll with the big boy soldier If you've got a little beef so you've got a little heat You need to get that dirt off your shoulder Cause it gets colder Living the life of a clip loader Trust me, bruv, don't let your life End up hypeting.com/over