Don't get rude
Skepta Lyrics

Yo blud don't get rude
Hey brother, don't act disrespectful

Don't try take me for no boy
Don't underestimate me or treat me like a child

Shut your mouth
Be quiet and stop talking

Fucking hell I've had enough of this shit
I am extremely frustrated and tired of this situation

All this JME contradicts
JME's actions and words are inconsistent

You can call out every word that I shout
You can criticize and analyze every word I say

Cause I never said that I won't chat about straps
I never claimed that I won't talk about weapons

I said everybody thinks to MC tough
Everyone expects an MC to be tough and aggressive

Lyrics must be about negative stuff
People believe that lyrics should focus on negative topics

Various subjects just like me
I cover a wide range of subjects in my lyrics, just like others

I didn't say I'm gonna stop all that
I never stated that I will stop talking about certain topics

And start coming with all of this gospel chat
And instead only talk about positive and religious topics

Obviously you gotta spit what you live
Obviously, you have to speak about your own experiences

And if you live by the gun then so be it
And if you live a life involving weapons, then continue

But don't chat about guns 24/7
But avoid only talking about guns all the time

As if you were in the World War
As if you have experienced a war

You can't teeth my flow that's rude
You can't steal or copy my style, that's disrespectful

You can't take Skepta for no boy
You can't underestimate me or treat me like a child

I've got my own flow I don't wanna swap
I have my unique style, and I don't want to exchange it

Thanks for the offer but cool I'm fine
Thank you for the offer, but I'm satisfied with what I have

You ripped off my man's flow now you wanna teeth mine
You copied someone else's style, and now you want to steal mine

If you can't see that he's biting my flow
If you can't see that he is imitating my style

Then you must be blind
Then you must be unaware or oblivious

Impersonators won't shine
Imitators won't succeed or stand out

I will lick off your head top like wine
I will hit you hard and knock you out

Eat your food and I won't say grace
I will defeat you without mercy or remorse

No manners both elbows on the table
I have no respect or courtesy, displaying bad manners

Man wanna eat on my flow like bagel
People want to copy my style and benefit from it

But it's ok I just might sign you to my label
But it's fine, I might even sign you to my record label

Give you a little advance
Provide you with an upfront payment

Then put your video on cable
Then broadcast your music video on television

After you sell couple units check Skepta
After you sell a few copies, verify with Skepta

For some white powder for your nasal
Inquire with Skepta for cocaine to use

You see two decks and a mixer
You see music equipment for DJing

But I see the bigger picture
But I see the broader perspective

I do music so you wanna diss man
I create music, so you want to criticize me

Then I see you begging for a wrist band
Then I notice you desperately asking for access to an event

So I'm saying shut your mouth cuz
Therefore, I'm telling you to stop talking

Cause on radio you wanna doubt us
Because on the radio, you want to question our abilities

In the rave you wanna be family
At the party, you want to act friendly or close

I'm Harrods blud you're Hamley's
I'm of high quality, while you are of lower quality

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

No better boy than JME so
There is no better person than JME

So much MCs spitting on the road
Numerous MCs are rapping or performing in the streets

Roads are flooded in every post code
The streets are filled with MCs in every area

All these lyrics you strap and chat
All these lyrics you create and talk about

I won't give em a Butchers like Frank and Pat
I won't give them a look or attention

When I say bop your head to the beat
When I instruct you to move your head to the rhythm

You better start bopping your head
You should immediately begin moving your head

Why you stopping your bopping you dead
Why did you stop moving your head? You're lifeless

Everybody knows I mash up all the stage shows
Everyone is aware that I deliver impressive performances

You listen to JME and you try hard to be me
You listen to JME and attempt to imitate me

Your live PA (It don't come over)
Your live performance doesn't come across as impressive

Most things that you say (They don't come over)
Most of the things you say aren't convincing

Wanna be JME (But it don't come over)
You want to be like JME, but you don't succeed

If you see me blud don't come over
If you encounter me, brother, don't approach me

So if you wanna get rude
So if you want to act disrespectful

And run it up then boy
And escalate the situation, then

I'll make your face look rude
I will make your face appear disfigured or ugly

Permanent ya lickle boy
Permanently, you little boy

Don't get rude
Don't act disrespectful

Ya lickle batty boy
You little homosexual boy