That’s Hype Jme (Ft. Scorcher, Syer B & Wiley)

[Verse 1: 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

[Chorus: Jme]
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

[Verse 2: Syer]
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