[Verse 1: Jme]

Jme

I'm in an M Sport 5, Carbon black

I talk to the dead like Wiley

When I say dead I mean SHIT MCs

That ain't never ever sold one CD

Somehow think they can chat to me

When I'm drivin' a car and they're riding a bed

Blud, dunno what's goin' thru their head

Chattin' bare shit about clash clash clash

Till they mic up the mic and Talk about mash

I said he ain't shot one cd

Probably ain't even shot one bb

Probably ain't even shot one little pellet

Wanna come and clash JME, forget it

Your hat, dead it

Yeah I said it

You wanna call our name

You need more crеdit

I got paper but I ain't shooting

Had a A class, now I got a new ting

Got a bad boy 24-inch iMac cause my PC wеren't rebooting

If you see me rolling with Tempz

Its a boy better slew ting

Run in the yard kick off the HD-TV with a little circle blue ting

Don't think that Tempz ain't on it

Samsung, Sony or Panasonic

Don't playdoh like Wallace and Gromit

Boy better know

Lyrical skill

Stay with me

Like ironic

Oh my days

How ironic

Lyrical skill

Stay with me

You get get it?

The music game

We Run it