JME - 96 Ambitions lyrics

I'm tryna push things forward, but I've got haters Holding me back from making papers That's not right, sooner or later I would've left everyone, I'm not a waiter I'm high up here, I'm a teacher On the low, they're just little cheaters If it was up to me, I would teach them a lesson Write down everything I say later MCs can't touch Jme I'll dead out your career, I'll do what I say I'm strong-minded, it's not a joke I'm 20 years old and I still don't smoke I've been offered about a hundred zoots Girls try trap me with bare youts But I still ain't taken one draw Girls chat sh**, get a slap in the jaw I do what I say and I say what I'm doing There's nothing that I say that I ain't did If I say something then I'm doing it for def My mind's stronger than morning breath A verse of my bar will take you far A verse of your bar won't make me move Your lyrics are air like space bar Ignorant people listen to you I've got fans from all kind of different backgrounds From all walks of life All your fans are all in your phone book Most of them live on your road, don't lie You're a professional wasteman Freelance poomplex, come out my face and Get out the room, bredrin, it's not easy I'll strap 96, you can't see me Mix album's out now, cop that Or you can download it off YouSendIt Too many bootlegging man, stop that If I see one, I'm like "oi, you, send it" If you don't send my CD I'll take his iPod and his PSP And tell him that "that's what you get for thinking that In this game that music is free" People think I'm an angel, god-sent Cause I'm a guy with the positive content But the reason I'm better than half of these MCs Is cause I've got one thing on them I spit the truth The whole truth, nothing but the truth Raise my right hand, blud, I'll raise both I'll spit my whole album under oath For real, I've heard all the up-and-coming MCs And you're all pathetic I swear I'd make better music than you Under local anaesthetic I don't even have to try hard no more Music's in me, it's genetic Other producers out there Go home on their computers and they use The same old kicks, same old claps Same old ba**, same old hi-hats Treating all your listeners like rats Fake producers, professional prats You'll realise when Boy Better Know reaches top ten Remember on Shh Hut Yuh Muh, I said "It's time to up the levels again" It starts off with blank CD-Rs And ends up with big TVRs And Lexuses, and attention From the general public and the media Now here we are We've been given a chance to make it and be a star But instead of making music We'd rather argue with each other That's some eediat ting We don't need this in our scene It's in the early stages of forming And all of this beefing is just weakening But on the other hand, there's some other man With some other plan that Clock guys that's not meant to be here And dead out their career Yo, my man, allow the hype Hype ting, I'm not on tonight Night time's when we come out to fight Fight me and you'll not look right All this hype on the phone is nothing Shouting loud like you wanna do something Don't get rude, I said don't get rude I will start headbu*ting Big H said everybody dead Any funny business, slap inna di head If you're on my hit list, run, tell a fed If you're on my hit list, run, tell a fed Big H said everybody dead Any funny business, slap inna di head If you're on my hit list, run, tell a fed If you're on my hit list, run, tell a fed