Test Me - JME

Test me?

Can’t test me

None of them man can’t test me, can’t test me

None of them man can’t test me

I said a double negative, can’t test me

None of them man can’t test me, can’t test me

None of them man can test me

I said a triple negative, can’t test me

I said none of them man can test me

I’ve got new tees with no vowels like Drake

Man are gassed when they see me, I’m like «mate»

I understand my face is bait

Drive too close behind me, I might brake

Man wanna take pictures of my face

Man wanna take pictures of my plate

Man wanna take pictures so bad

I press the brake and get a whiplash claim

Man must think that I’m a celeb

Cause the whip cost an arm and a leg

But no, I make grime on the regs

And I saved for a year to buy one of them

You’ve seen my black face on your TV screen

So you keep thinking this shit’s easy

Try copy me fam, you’ll see

That nobody wants your shit CD

Do I wanna spit a bar?

Yes please

I said do I wanna spit a bar?

Yes please

And I still spit on the best beats

You don’t like it?

Suck on these testes

Boy dem still ain’t arrest me

But they’re onto me like the king chess piece

None of their lies impress me

And none of them guys can test me

They can’t test me, test me

None of them man can test me

None of them man can test me

None of them man can test me

I’ve got a roadman jacket from Nasir Mazhar

Designed with Joseph Adenuga

I zip my hood up when I’m driving my car

If I see a like rah

Yo Jme, big fan, quick pic?

I be like nah fam, don’t chat shit

You better show me your phone

Best have one of my tunes there, or at least a ringtone

Don’t try take man for Eiffel Tower

Don’t try take man for no Big Ben

Man wanna bred me to show their friends

Don’t try take me for a JPEG

Unless you got me on the MP3

Just say wah gwan when you see me

I’m on point still, keeping it real

You feel what I’m saying cause I say what I feel

Hold tight the people who leave grime and think you’re gonna achieve something.

It don’t work, I tried it way before all of you.

Bye

Blud, I’ll leave you gutless

Come to your ends, send for the cutlass

One time, I’m going on reckless

Come to the ends, jack your bredrins twice

Blud, I’ll leave you gutless

Come to your ends, send for the cutlass

One time, I’m going on reckless

Come to the ends, jack your necklace

And your chaps and earrings too

Serious, I’m preparing to

(Beat you up), I’ll be there in two

Serious, I’m raring to

(Beat you up), stop staring too

Serious, I’m not gearing to

(Beat you up), you’re daring

But you’re not bad, I don’t care what you’re wearing

You’re not serious

Cause you got your name on your Nike Air Dunks, blud

(I'll beat you up)

You’re not serious cause you shot two kis of punk, blud

(I'll beat you up)

You’re not serious, I don’t care if you’ve got a yout, blud

(I'll beat you up)

You’re not serious cause you got an Akademiks tracksuit, blud

(I'll beat you up)

You’re not serious cause you got low-profile tyres, blud

(I'll beat you up)

You’re not serious cause your name’s on couple flyers, blud

(I'll beat you up)

You’re not serious, I don’t care if you’ve got your own charm, blud

(I'll beat you up)

You’re not serious, can’t clash Jme, are you dumb, blud?

(I'll beat you up)

Yeah, Joker

Boy Better Know what

If you don’t know by now then you won’t know

Cause you should already know

If you don’t know by now then you won’t know

Cause you should already know