That's Hype - JME

Move, you fucking dumb speng

Idiot, chief, div, prick

Donut, tramp, swag, fool

Stinking piece of shit

Move, you fucking dumb speng

Idiot, chief, div, prick

Donut, tramp, swag, fool

Stinking piece of shit

(Guess what? Guess what?) Everybody knows

Jme’s gonna pull out a rudeboy flow

Not on ah hype like «Boy Better Know!»

More on a ting like «everybody thinks to MC tough…»

Or one of them flows like «garage has stopped» or «I shot Os»

Needed a start for a conscious lyric

«Guess what?

Guess what?»

is what I chose

Yo, blud, that’s hype, that’s hype

Shut your mout', pass the mic, give me the mic

See, all that badboy talk is nothing

You run up your mout' like you wanna do something

Don’t get rude, I said don’t get rude, I will start headbutting

My bars build up like your costs

You was a wasteman but now you’re worse

You man ah get left in the past

Claim you’re a badboy, you’re just a spack

You can’t say that you spit in my class

I’m all over your shit like a rash

See who’s the best mic man when we clash

Won’t never fall off cause I’m on track

Badboy mic man, others get shook

You don’t wanna ride what I’m on, you’ll turn poof

What’s that?

Got nothing to say?

Then shh

Syer B, Syer Banton and Syer Buj

You spit weak on the mic and sound frail

Don’t underestimate me cause I’m pale

I’ll drag you along, leaving trail

If I’m on track, I’ll knock you off-rail

Yo, blud, that’s hype, that’s hype

Shut your mout', pass the mic, give me the mic

See, all that badboy talk is nothing

You run up your mout' like you wanna do something

Don’t get rude, I said don’t get rude, I will start headbutting

Listen up, I’m a soldier, I take chances

Monkey magic, I swing on the tree branches

What you mean, I don’t come from jungle Rima?

Rudeboy, I keep the dances

I’m a champion, I win races

Solve a crime call, buss a couple cases

I’ve been caught in bare different places

Black Huarache, black shoelaces

I’m a money boy, I’m worth paper

That ain’t cops, blud, that’s worthy freighter

I’m from LON, not LA, I’m not a Laker

Look into my face, there’s not one crater

Eski walks across water

I’m like Jesus, first I was a pauper

Now I’m Wiley, you might see me with a gangster’s daughter

Drinking wine in Mallorca

Yo, blud, that’s hype, that’s hype

Shut your mout', pass the mic, give me the mic

See, all that badboy talk is nothing

You run up your mout' like you wanna do something

Don’t get rude, I said don’t get rude, I will start headbutting

I’m an OG in this ting

You know I make P in this ting

I move class A and class C in this ting

But I don’t move no B in this ting

Man are big man, man are OG in this ting

I don’t work with ozs

Rudeboy, I work with a whole ki in this ting

It’s '05, not '03 in this ting

Yeah, they’re not like me in this ting

They watch too much TV in this ting

I’ve been making Ps from back in the day

When D Double E said «me» in this ting

Ask around, you can ask about me in this ting

Cause I’m known all over the bits

I’ve got my hands all over your girl’s bits

Don’t leave your gyal around me in this ting

Yo, blud, that’s hype, that’s hype

Shut your mout', pass the mic, give me the mic

See, all that badboy talk is nothing

You run up your mout' like you wanna do something

Don’t get rude, I said don’t get rude, I will start headbutting

Yo, blud, that’s hype, that’s hype

Shut your mout', pass the mic, give me the mic

See, all that badboy talk is nothing

You run up your mout' like you wanna do something

Don’t get rude, I said don’t get rude, I will start headbutting

Yo, blud, that’s hype, that’s hype

Shut your mout', pass the mic, give me the mic

See, all that badboy talk is nothing

You run up your mout' like you wanna do something

Don’t get rude, I said don’t get rude, I will start headbutting