Skepta - Don't Get Rude lyrics

[Hook] Yo, blud, don't get rude Don't try take me for no boy Yo, blud, don't get rude Don't try take me for no boy 'Ey, blud, don't get rude Don't try take me for no boy 'Ey, blud, don't get rude Shut your mouth [Jme] f**ing hell, I've had enough of this sh** All this "JME contradicts" You can call out every word that I shout 'Cause I never said that I won't chat about straps I said "everybody thinks to MC tough Lyrics must be about negative stuff" Flipping dicks, all that means is Various subjects just like me I didn't say I'm gonna stop all that And start coming with all of this gospel chat Obviously you gotta spit where you live And if you live by the gun then so be it But don't chat about guns 24/7 As if you were in the World War Don't get rude I said don't get rude 'cause I will slap your jaw [Skepta] You can't teeth my flow, that's rude You can't take Skepta for no boy You can't teeth my flow, that's rude You can't take Skepta for no boy You can't teeth my flow, that's rude Boy Better Know I'm not a boy You can't teeth my flow, that's rude You can't take Skepta for no boy Yo, I've got my own flow, I don't wanna swap Thanks for the offer but cool, I'm fine Man wanna imitate the way that I rhyme You ripped off my man's flow, now you wanna teeth mine If you can't see that he's Biting my flow then you must be blind It's OK, impersonators won't shine I will lick off your head top like wine Eat your food and I won't say grace No manners, both elbows on the table Man wanna eat on my flow like bagel But it's OK, I just might sign you to my label Give you a little advance Then put your video on cable After you sell couple units check Skepta For some white powder for your nasal [Hook] Yo, blud, don't get rude Don't try take me for no boy Yo, blud, don't get rude Don't try take me for no boy 'Ey, blud, don't get rude Don't try take me for no boy 'Ey, blud, don't get rude Shut your mouth [Jme] You see two decks and a mixer But I see the bigger picture I do music so you wanna diss man Then I see you begging for a wrist band So I'm saying "shut your mouth, cuz" 'Cause on radio you wanna doubt us In the rave you wanna be family I'm Harrods, blud you're Hamley's So yo (yo), blud (blud), Boy Better Know No better boy than JME, so So much MCs spitting on the road Roads are flooded in every post code All these lyrics you strap and chat I won't give 'em a Butchers like Frank and Pat Don't get rude Blud, I said don't get rude, ya hear what I said? [Hook] [Jme] When I say bop your head to the beat You better start bopping your head Why you stopping your bopping, you dead? Awoh, that's what I said, that's what I thought Everybody knows I mash up all the stage shows You listen to JME And you try hard to be me Your live PA: it don't come over Most things that you say: they don't come over Wanna be JME? But it don't come over If you see me: blud, don't come over [Hook] So if you wanna get rude And run it up then boy I'll make your face look rude Permanent, ya lickle boy So don't get rude And try take me for no boy Don't get rude Ya lickle batty boy