Don't Get Rude - Skepta, JME

Yo, blud, don’t get rude

Don’t try take me for no boy

Yo, blud, don’t get rude

Don’t try take me for no boy

'Ey, blud, don’t get rude

Don’t try take me for no boy

'Ey, blud, don’t get rude

Shut your mouth

Fucking hell, I’ve had enough of this shit

All this «JME contradicts»

You can call out every word that I shout

'Cause I never said that I won’t chat about straps

I said, «everybody thinks to MC tough

Lyrics must be about negative stuff»

Flipping dicks, all that means is

Various subjects just like me

I didn’t say I’m gonna stop all that

And start coming with all of this gospel chat

Obviously you gotta spit what you live

And if you live by the gun then so be it

But don’t chat about guns 24/7

As if you were in the World War

Don’t get rude

I said «don't get rude

'Cause I will slap your jaw

You can’t teeth my flow, that’s rude

You can’t take Skepta for no boy

You can’t teeth my flow, that’s rude

You can’t take Skepta for no boy

You can’t teeth my flow, that’s rude

Boy Better Know I’m not a boy

You can’t teeth my flow, that’s rude

You can’t take Skepta for no boy

Yo, I’ve got my own flow, I don’t wanna swap

Thanks for the offer but cool, I’m fine

Man wanna imitate the way that I rhyme

You ripped off my man’s flow, now you wanna teeth mine

If you can’t see that he’s biting my flow

Then you must be blind

It’s OK, impersonators won’t shine

I will lick off your head top like wine

Eat your food and I won’t say grace

No manners, both elbows on the table

Man wanna eat on my flow like bagel

But it’s OK, I just might sign you to my label

Give you a little advance

Then put your video on cable

After you sell couple units check Skepta

For some white powder for your nasal

Yo, blud, don’t get rude

Don’t try take me for no boy

Yo, blud, don’t get rude

Don’t try take me for no boy

'Ey, blud, don’t get rude

Don’t try take me for no boy

'Ey, blud, don’t get rude

Shut your mouth

You see two decks and a mixer

But I see the bigger picture

I do music so you wanna diss man

Then I see you begging for a wrist band

So I’m saying «shut your mouth, cuz»

'Cause on radio you wanna doubt us

In the rave you wanna be family

I’m Harrods, blud you’re Hamley’s

So yo (yo), blud (blud), Boy Better Know

No better boy than JME, so

So much MCs spitting on the road

Roads are flooded in every post code

All these lyrics you strap and chat

I won’t give 'em a Butchers like Frank and Pat

Don’t get rude blud, I said don’t get rude, ya hear what I said?

Yo, blud, don’t get rude

Don’t try take me for no boy

Yo, blud, don’t get rude

Don’t try take me for no boy

'Ey, blud, don’t get rude

Don’t try take me for no boy

'Ey, blud, don’t get rude

Shut your mouth

When I say bop your head to the beat

You better start bopping your head

Why you stopping your bopping, you dead?

Awoh, that’s what I said, that’s what I thought

Everybody knows, I mash up all the stage shows

You listen to JME, And you try hard to be me

Your live PA, it don’t come over

Most things that you say;

they don’t come over

Wanna be JME?

But it don’t come over

If you see me, blud, don’t come over

Your live PA, it don’t come over

Most things that you say;

they don’t come over

Wanna be JME?

But it don’t come over

If you see me, blud, don’t come over

Yo, blud, don’t get rude

Don’t try take me for no boy

Yo, blud, don’t get rude

Don’t try take me for no boy

'Ey, blud, don’t get rude

Don’t try take me for no boy

'Ey, blud, don’t get rude

Shut your mouth, boy

So if you wanna get rude

And run it up then boy

I’ll make your face look rude

Permanent, ya lickle boy

So don’t get rude

And try take me for no boy

Don’t get rude

Ya lickle batty boy