Old School

[Intro] Yo Jamie Yo, yo rudeboy Ayo rudeboy, come here, blud Oi, come here, oi, yo, stop Come here, star Ayy, ayy blud, come here blud Don't want... come here! [Verse 1] Shut ya mout, rudeboy, allow the hype Chatting shit, put down the mic See, in two years, you're gonna pull out the pipe Send for the rocks, pull out the light If I was you, I would sit down tonight Read them bars you decide to write And think carefully before I put my dutty lips around the mic What? Check out the sweat on my neck I'm Lord of the Mic and Lord of the Deck Not no wasted yout from the bits I can MC, produce and mix Nah, fam, I won't diss you Let's not make this an issue 'Cause really nobody would miss you If your dad would've put you in a tissue I've got two GUESS watches You think that's P? Guess what is Round my neck, if my chest hot, it Cools me down like a vest top Nah, you won't see me with no red blotches On my chest, near my breast pocket What you thought you saw, I guess not, it's My pendant that will blind out your eye Yo, blud, don't get rude Rudeboy, warning you You know that I don't normally slew Slew me, that'll be the end of you All this badboy talk is nothing You've got a stiff face like you wanna say something Don't get rude, I said don't get rude I will start uppercutting [Hook] You better mind out that I don't Bounce your head twice and dunk it in a basket Try jack Jme's flow, jack Jme's lyrics And then try to mask it You're baiter than a rasta man With fourteen tenses Your style will go dry Quicker than contact lenses [Verse 2] I write lyrics, if you take offence You can go to your garden and take a fence And knock yourself out, but if we're friends Ring me, it's only thirty pence Or you can take it upon yourself To go home and write one yourself But you're so swag That you'll probably write a bar like this "Jme, you shout too loud Jme, put the mic down Jme, you just ain't cutting it If I see your face, I'm headbutting it Jme, you think you're serious Jme, you're nowhere near it Jme, you think you're sick But you're any durag prick" While you were writing one-liners I was on road shotting one-liners Not flames, couldn't be seen on the roads Blacked-out like a limousine on the roads What? I wear black clothes when I'm here Nobody even knows when I'm here I only wrote this lyric to show I'm the master of the one-line flows Beat you up! Yeah, yeah, everybody knows You're some goody-goody, yeah, everybody knows I hear you say Boy Better Know But you ain't got the energy, Boy Better Know! From day one, yeah, that's me AIR VENT IN YOUR CREP! Yeah, that's me I'm the master of the one-line flows I can proudly say that I've got one of those [Hook] You better mind out that I don't Bounce your head twice and dunk it in a basket Try jack Jme's flow, jack Jme's lyrics And then try to mask it You're baiter than a rasta man With fourteen tenses Your style will go dry Quicker than contact lenses