Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old School, artist - JME. Album song History:, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.02.2011
Record label: Boy Better Know Entertainment
Song language: English
Old School |
| 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! |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |