Lord of the Mics - Jammer

It’s the Murkle Man, I’m back with a bang

Lord of the Mics is back with a bang

I do grime, do it all the time

Used to sell CDs out the back of the van

Back with a bang

Lord of the Mics is back with a bang

I do grime, do it all the time

Used to sell CDs out the back of the van

Like blam

Boy Better Know, yeah, that’s my fam

Man ah go curry goat, mutton and lamb

Man ah go ackee saltfish and yam

Tell an MC don’t jump out of your pram

Man can’t manage me like Sam

Girl better know, all day, buff gang

Lord of the Mics, that bus fare man

Girls say that I’m buff when I speak in slang

0121, say nada

I feel to change my name from Sox

And re-market myself OG Swagga

Like MT, man are big inna di manor

You man can’t tell me jack shalla

Been going in this year, ask Tasha

Might fly thingys, bareback Hannah

And still clap thingys when I land yalla

I’m lyrically better, yeah I’m lyrically who?

Lyrically better than lyrically you

Besides, you know that I’m lyrically better

Yeah I’m lyrically better, yeah it’s lyrically true

Lyrically, you don’t know what to lyrically do

Lyrical, you might need a lyrical clue

Bring anyone cuh I will lyrically take two

Cause your bars are shit, yeah, they’re lyrically poo

Run up with my new 16

Lyrics dem ah fly like an M16

Told that yout «you can’t take out Diesle»

Now him ah go dead inna di music scene cause

Run up with my new 16

Lyrics dem ah fly like an M16

Told that yout «you can’t take out Diesle»

Now him ah go dead inna di music scene cause

If man don’t feel you, come out the room

Come out the room, come out the room

If man don’t feel you, come out the room

Come out the room, come out the room

If I don’t feel you, come out the room

Come out the room, come out the room

OG’z don’t feel you, come out the room

Come out the room, come out the room

You’ll be like, argh, help

I’ll be like «park up, pussy»

You don’t want beef, don’t start up, pussy

Spray the whole whip when you park up, pussy

You’ll be like, argh, help

I’ll be like «park up, pussy»

You don’t want beef, don’t start up, pussy

Spray the whole whip when you park up, pussy

Now, everything they just said on the camera

I told you, the cameraman don’t believe you

1, 2, 3, 4 lies that you said

Is 1, 2, 3, 4 knives in your head

Say my name in the wrong context

I ain’t into the joke or banter

Shatter your face, leave you screaming «dench»

I’ll go blind when I see red

I got bars that’ll lick down people

Bars that’ll lick down man like vehicle

Whenever you’re ready, you will get it in a plate

Straight mate, pudding and treacle

I got bars that’ll lick down people

Bars that’ll lick down man like vehicle

Whenever you’re ready, you will get it in a plate

Straight mate, pudding and treacle

If he keeps hyping, I’m gonna slap this boy

Round of applause, I might clap this boy

You ain’t ready, you better practice, boy

For dinner, I might just have this boy

You’re a waste, you ain’t match fit, boy

Won three in a row, that’s a hat-trick, boy

Lyrically put you in a casket, boy

I’ll see you on Twitter and @ this boy

You jump onstage and can’t get no wheel

I don’t even know how that feels

Think that you’re bad cause you got a little whip?

Beep, smash man’s head off the wheel

Beep, smash man’s head off the wheel

I done so much work last year

I will take any MC for roadkill

When I roll by five man deep, FT

Go home

That’s what I tell a boy straight, go home

After I drop 28 shots in the side of the Merc

They won’t have no dome

So, so, so, that’s right

That’s what I tell a boy straight, that’s right

After I drop 28 shots in the side of the Merc

They won’t feel alright

Ayy, I spit my bars well

Guy must be daft if a guy can’t tell

I scare the shit out of these MCs

Turn a black guy white like Vybz Kartel

Ayy, I spit my bars well

Guy must be daft if a guy can’t tell

I scare the shit out of these MCs

Turn a black guy white like Vybz Kartel

Talk with the greasiest speech

Got a hunger for grime so I’m eating these beats

I’m a beast

You see, on Monday to Sunday MCs

Leaving em' week

They had a nerve, god damn nerve

Industry, they tried sleeping on me

So I yanked that pillow, pulled back the covers

Woke it up and started beating the scene

I do grime

Can’t nobody tell me nuttin'

I be doing this shit til I die

So I beg a boy say something

So I beg a boy try diss me

Lord of the Mics, kill anyone against me

Haters hate but I show no envy

Ain’t on my level, so I don’t watch face

What they gonna say when I pull up in the M3?

Ana nuttin'

Likkle yout try hype up, ana nuttin'

See me deya, pick the mic up, ana nuttin'

Man talk, get line up, ana nuttin'

Act bad, tryna try bluff inna war

Man stand tall and rise up, ana nuttin'

Said I might haffi buck, ana nuttin'

And you seem like you guys shook, ana nuttin'

They wanna know why this yout ain’t blown

Why he ain’t leveling with this flow

When I write sick ones, big ones

When I hear grime, know I’m involved

Mind and soul, that’s what I give them

Intent at being the best with an ink pen

Don’t pay attention to the haters

Cause I know that they won’t gas if I link them

Pass over the mic

And let’s see who’s the Lord of the Mic

Pass over the mic

And let’s see who’s the Lord of the Mic

Pass over the mic

And let’s see who’s the Lord of the Mic

Spit a 16 bar, hot like tar

Man will see who is the Lord of the Mic