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!