JME - Westwood Freestyle lyrics

[Hook] Don't @ me If you're gonna chat sh**, don't @ me Fall back a lickle bit, don't @ me I am not having it, don't @ me You will get blocked quick, don't @ me With your default pic, don't @ me Delete all that sh**, don't @ me I have to tell these pricks "don't @ me" [Verse 1] I've got bars straight up like Dapz Trust me, not in a riddle Spit so much you might see a little dribble Bars that I spat when I was little Went over your head like piggy in the middle I was on sets with Napa and shizzle Still no label ain't got my scribble If you chat sh**, straight dismissal I will leave it like Lethal the Bizzle Leave it like peri peri drizzle Leave it like fans that are fickle Leave it simple, ay fam are you deaf Like that black figure with the sickle? Pap pap pap, yeah, hit em with the triple Until you hear that tinnitus whistle Make a jaw swing like you're on- Actually, I said fam [Hook] [Verse 2] Man's sitting in the exact Same seat that I sat in when I said "shut ya mout" In '06, when I touch mic They're like "oh sh**", roar Can't make Ps if you spit so poor Like bare dead MCs back in '04 Where are they now? Ask Terminator "They're not around no more" [Verse 3] Man's up in this I'mma keep spitting bars until I get a stitch Keep spitting bars till I get the respect I deserve like Balotelli on the pitch Nobody in here you could move to I don't notice anything unusual Two of their man dem got beef Like I'm driving a manual downhill, I'm neutral Yeah, Jme's up in this gaff I'mma keep spitting bars till I get a grey tache Thought they were running this ting but I'm right behind And I will Ketchum like Ash Lickle man ting like Fisher Price skates Your whole crew needs a nappy change Violate one of my guys and try chat to me Nah, it's not happy days [Verse 4] But it works here, that's easy to see That's cause I'm just me being me I literally don't have to do anything To maintain my heat on the street Make tunes and I'm lucky for the Ps If I spit, unhealthy for the scene Merchandise is back, snapback black Quality, see what I mean? Inside silk got the feel of my sheets With BBK underneath (This is a exclusive hat, this is different to the "Serious underneath", you know what I'm saying? Mentally, yeah!) (I've got new tees with no vowels like Drake) (You will understand that soon. You'll understand both meanings of that soon, you get me?) [Verse 5] I've got new tees with no vowels like Drake Man are ga**ed when they see me, I'm like "mate" I understand my face is bait Drive too close behind me, I might brake Man wanna take pictures of my face Man wanna take pictures of my plate Man wanna take pictures so bad I press the brake and get a whiplash claim (Tell em about that one! J-M-E, yeah? Jme. My name's Featuring Jme actually. That's my name, Featuring Jme. Feat. Jme. Ft. Jme. F-E-A-T Jme, cause I'm the featured artist, I'm the most featured artist on all tunes right now, you get me? Verses upon verses upon verses upon verses) [Verse 6] Bad boy crep, German whip Not white Vans, or white vans When boydem try ask for my name I say old-school Meridian man Guys better show respect if they see man pulling up in a TT (trust!) Guys better show respect if they see man filling up in BP (trust!) £20 of diesel mate, if I fill up my tank it'll make me late I ain't gonna lie, I see you man on foot on the high road moving bait Man's just try'na stack paper, don't watch what man's earning Man paid over 30 bags sterling, German whip but I ain't in Berlin, Berlin [Verse 7] Said I was serious Then "Serious" hit the jackpot People ask what music I make Turn the volume up cause that's what I don't wear no bait designer brands I spit deep bars in my black top You'll never see me smoking a cigarette Cause cigarette smoker, that's not me Nah, that's not me Nah, that's not When I'm on a mic in the rave I've got the whole crowd bubbling like a crack pot See me and Tim on radio With a nostalgic backdrop You will never see me when I don't make music Cause silent, nah, that's not me Nah, that's not me Act like a wasteman, that's not me Any guy, nah, that's not me Any guy, nah, that's not me True, I used to look like you but I said true, I used to look like you but (Do I even know my "Rari WorkOut" verse? What is it? What's my "Rari WorkOut" verse? So many features!) [Verse 8] So many features, so many slaps There's no way that I can be poor Hand is dripping with blood It's red raw, it's your own fault cause Your face would've been half blessed If you would've stopped looking down at your own chest Your face would've been half blessed If you would've stopped looking down at your own chest [Verse 9] Boy Better Know! Serious Yep 50/50 like Will Then kick back, have a drink and rest up 'tain Man's backing jollof and plantain You man are eating rice and ketchup, dead Safe, screw up your face Work up a sweat fam, pick up the pace Bruv, you're not serious, you go to the gym Tweet pictures and then buss case You do it for the Vine, do it for the 'Gram I do it for my health, I do it for my fam I do it in case anybody try run up to man They'll get well, well, well... [Verse 10] You'll get a punch in the nose like BLAM! You'll get a big nose bleed like BLAM! You'll get a trip on the floor like BLAM! Drag your face 'cross the curb like BLAM! Now I fling you in the road like BLAM! You'll get an elbow drop like Well well well... (Come on, trust me. J-M-E. What do I get dark like? I get black like...) [Verse 11] I get black like Hollister I'm the stereotype abolisher For the past five years I've been making bare paper Call me the deforester Yeah, I slide down the banister Cause I'm ga**ed like a butane canister You can't stand the heat? Get the f** out the kitchen, hasta la vista Yeah, keep the ba**line rolling Straight gutter like I'm sh** at bowling [Verse 2]