JME - That's Hype lyrics

[Verse 1: Jme] Move, you f**ing dumb speng Idiot, chief, div, prick Donut, tramp, swag, fool Stinking piece of sh** Move, you f**ing dumb speng Idiot, chief, div, prick Donut, tramp, swag, fool Stinking piece of sh** (Guess what? Guess what?) Everybody knows Jme's gonna pull out a rudeboy flow Not on a 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 [Hook: Jme] Yo, blud, that's hype, that's hype Shut your mout, pa** 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 headbu*ting [Verse 2: Syer] My bars build up like your costs You was a wasteman but now you're worse You man a get left in the past Claim you're a badboy, you're just a spack You can't say that you spit in my cla** I'm all over your sh** 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 [?] You spit weak on the mic and sound frail Don't understimate me cause I'm pale I'll drag you along, leaving trail If I'm on track, I'll knock you off-rail [Hook: Jme] Yo, blud, that's hype, that's hype Shut your mout, pa** 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 headbu*ting [Verse 3: Wiley] 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 [Hook: Jme] Yo, blud, that's hype, that's hype Shut your mout, pa** 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 headbu*ting [Verse 4: Scorcher] I'm an OG in this ting You know I make P in this ting I move cla** A and cla** 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 [Hook: Jme] Yo, blud, that's hype, that's hype Shut your mout, pa** 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 headbu*ting [Hook: Jme] Yo, blud, that's hype, that's hype Shut your mout, pa** 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 headbu*ting [Hook: Jme] Yo, blud, that's hype, that's hype Shut your mout, pa** 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 headbu*ting