Don’t Chat To Me Jme (Ft. Wiley)

[Chorus: Jme]
Don't... don't chat to me, still
Don't chat to me
Poomplex
Derkhead
Don't chat to me

[Verse 1: Jme]
I've got people standing, staring, when I spit and go
I'm a drive-by MC, spit on the low
I have learnt my lesson, slip on road, never
But I'm not essing
You know Jme is the best in switching my flow
Writing, never resting, spit on my own
Practice makes the best MC
And you know perfect is a blessing
I've got girls flicking themselves off like a fuse box switch
And I've got sales off Boy Better Know mixtape
On the shelves of HMV, which everybody's heard of
Nowadays, road mentality's hot like lava
It's a big joke so I rock a balaclava
And a big coat to stop the palaver
On the back roads
Mess with me and I'll mess with your head like jаvascript
I'll mash up your head, like the barber slipped in the shop
And left you with scars and slits and cuts
Are you nuts?
I've got my flow on lock like a phone keypad
And it's true that a lot of the flows you have have been used
So stop with your phony chats and slews
I'm big
You can tell by the bars I strap and chat
Other MCs, put down the straps and chat some sense, please
Allow the straps and your chats, we're meant to be artists
Ps coming in from left, right and centre
I've got bookings from now till next winter
I'm looking to turn our sets into
Stage shows and concerts