Pick Up The Mic

[Intro] Yeah, safe, you know what I'm saying bruv Blud, in the UK we make Grime music yeah Grime music, bruv it's not like Pop music There's no rehearsals, there ain't no dress rehearsals And like, stage plan and stuff You know what I'm saying. we've just got lyrics We've got a beat, we've just got to mash up the mic bruv All you've gotta do is just pick up the mic and spray [Chorus] Pick up the mic and spray Pick up, pick up the mic, the mic Pick up the mic and spray (the mic, the mic) Pick up, pick up the mic, pick up, pick up Pick up, pick up the mic, the mic Pick up the mic and spray (the mic, the mic) Pick up, pick up the mic, pick up, pick up [Verse 1] It's Jme, the grime scene dweller The online MP3 seller The 100% true lyric teller Hand on the bible, spit accapella I need listeners, you need a smeller 'Cause your music stinks Bite my flow and catch salmonella Or get beatbox like Killa Kella Pub man ting, widda Stella Left hook, top lip sweller Wobbly tooth, bare Bonjela My wallet is like a cheese sandwich 'Cause first I put in the bread And on top of that I put cheddar And on top of that we're OGz Don't believe me, ask Mellor [Chorus] Pick up the mic and spray Pick up, pick up the mic and sp- Pick, pick, pick up the mic and spray (the mic, the mic) Pick up, pick up the mic, pick up, pick up Pick up the mic and spray Pick up, pick up the mic and sp- Pick, pick, pick up the mic and spray (the mic, the mic) Pick up, pick up the mic, pick up, pick up [Verse 2] It's Jme, the grime ambassador The bad boy MP3 trafficker If you spit acid, I spit acid-er You get popped like Pringle's paprika You won't spray, man you're a panicker Can't chase my status with no stamina You get a Texas Chainsaw Massacre Modern Warfare silenced Raffica No chaps, no chain, no manager Somehow still you're not in my calibre My lyrics are so detailed As if I made them with a lens and an aperture Professional, not amateur 'Cause I work all night like Dracula If two of my friends argue, I'm on both sides like the A's in Africa [Chorus] Pick up the mic and spray Pick up, pick up the mic and sp- Pick, pick, pick up the mic and spray (the mic, the mic) Pick up, pick up the mic, pick up, pick up Pick up the mic and spray Pick up, pick up the mic and sp- Pick, pick, pick up the mic and spray (the mic, the mic) Pick up, pick up the mic, pick up, pick up [Verse 3] Go home, look in the mirror Realise no one's scared You tried to diss me, no one cared When you came radio, no one teared You're not hench, you're not bad You just screw up your face all weird Tryna get hype off me. you get air Tryna get hype, you get air You jumped out the whip, no one ran Nobody cares what you got in your hand Nobody cares what you got in your jeans I'll slap you so hard I'll crack your phone screen, yo Don't bring war to the king Don't tell me about draw for the ting, yo Right about now, your head's so big You get charged more for your trim, safe!