Jme
A simple music lesson, think about it
Serious
Everybody thinks to MC tough, your lyrics must be about negative stuff
Go raving, no one's skanking, turn 'round, I bet you someone's shanking
Just 'cause we come from the gutter
And we know about scraping the bottom of the butter
Don't mean we have to be sinners, major labels don't want killers
Think, who's gonna sign a guy with a shank? Or a guy with a nine mil'?
All you're gonna get is a three-figure deal, you MC at a rave and get a bill
But that bill ain't gonna last, it will go fast, and it might be the last
Shoobs for a while, so you won't have no dough for a while (serious)
To the beat, just bop yo' head to the beat
If you don't wanna dance to the beat, just bop yo' head to the beat
If you don't wanna dance or lean back, then bop yo' head to the beat
If you don't wanna dance to the beat (serious), bop yo' head to the remix
Don't talk to me about lyrics, I know all your little gimmicks
I know about rhyming dictionaries, and I know about RhymeZone dot com, please
Go write some intelligent bars, show man you know more than just cars
Shanks, money, shanks, gash, shanks, weed, shanks, please
Thanks, 'cause recently, I've been on a good vibe, reason is 'cause
I'm not average or decent, and it's hard to write lyrics like these (serious)
I mean it, ask any artist, task any artist, to write a bar that's positive
Not talking 'bout breasts, or a bulletproof vest, see, I'm the best
Imagine if every single MC lived by their word
It would be impossible to get anywhere
'Cause gunshots would have occurred
You couldn't even go to the video shoot
'Cause man would go to the video and shoot, then he'll get away
Leaving feds and ambulances at your video shoot
Serious
You're not serious, don't say serious
'Cause I say serious, you wanna get serious?
Let's get serious, you can't hack serious
So don't say serious about serious
You're not serious, don't say serious
'Cause I say serious, you wanna get serious?
Then let's get serious, you can't hack serious
So don't say serious
All this talk about reppin' your ends
And not making any more friends is an eediat ting
How long is it gonna take to realise it needs to end?
You're a wasteman if you're 29 and you're still posing by a road sign
You need to think about your lifetime
Before you hit forty with a shank in your nine
You need to start growing up
Your lyrics make you sound like you don't know enough
You'll never be blowing up
You make me sick like a drunk person throwing up
Don't ignore me and write poor lyrics
About getting bored of your brand-new sword
Don't act dumb, Wiley warned you, the level of MCing is going up
Everybody, it's Jme, do not come try floss around me
I don't care 'bout your J-A-C-O-B, munch it up like a B-L-T
At last, yes, it's me, Jme, you won't hear no wasteman slaying me
'Cause I've got big DJs playing me
So don't say my name if you're not paying me
You're not serious, don't say serious
'Cause I say serious, you wanna get serious?
Let's get serious, you can't hack serious
So don't say serious about serious
You're not serious, don't say serious
'Cause I say serious, you wanna get serious?
Then let's get serious, you can't hack serious
So don't say serious
To the beat, just bop yo' head to the beat
If you don't wanna dance to the beat, just bop yo' head to the beat
If you don't wanna dance or signal the plane
Or lean back, or do the Bogle, or do the old-school granddad dance
Just bop ya head to the beat, serious
To the beat, just bop yo' head to the beat
It's J-M-E