Yo, blood, don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Yo, blood, don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Ay, blood, don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Ay, blood, don't get rude
Shut your mouth
Fuckin' hell, I've had enough of this shit
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
Flippin' dicks, all that means is various subjects
Just like me
I didn't say I'm gonna stop all that and start
Comin' 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
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 got my own flow
I don't wanna swap
Thanks for the flow but cool, I'm fine
Man wanna imitate the way that I rhyme
You ripped off my man's flow and now you wanna teeth mine
If you can't see that he's bitin' my flow then you must be blind
It's okay, 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 okay, 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
Blood, don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Yo, blood, don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Ay, blood, don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Ay, blood, don't get rude
Shut your mouth
You see two decks and a mixer
But I see the bigger picture
I do music, so you wanna dis man?
Then I see you beggin' for a wrist band
So I'm sayin' shut your mouth, cuz
'Cause on radio you wanna doubt us
In the rave you wanna be family
I'm Harrods, blood, you're Hamleys
So, yo, blood, boy better know
No better boy than JME, so
So much MCs spittin' on the road
Roads are flooded in every post code
All these lyrics you strap and chat
I won't give 'em a Butcher's like Frank and Pat
Don't get rude, blood, I said don't get rude
Hear what I said?
Yo, blood, don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Yo, blood, don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Ay, blood, don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Ay, blood, don't get rude
Shut your mouth
When I say, "Bop your head to the beat"
You better start boppin' your head
Why are you stoppin' your boppin'?
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, blood, don't come over
Your live PA, it don't come over
Most things that you say, they don't come over
Wanna be JME, it don't come over
But if you see, blood, don't come over
Yo, blood, don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Yo, blood, don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Ay, blood, don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Ay, blood, don't get rude
Shut your mouth
Said if you wanna get rude
And run it up, then
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, lickle batty boy

Writer(s): Jme, Skepta.