[Intro] J M E A simple music lesson, think about it
[Verse 1: JME] Everybody thinks to MC tough Your lyrics must be about negative stuff Go raving, no-one's skanking Turn around I bet you some-one's shanking Jus 'coz we come from the gutter 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'll 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 shubs for a while So you won't have no dough for a while Serious
[Hook] To the beat Jus bop your head to the beat If you don't wanna dance to the beat Just bop your head to the beat If you don't wanna dance or Lean Back Then bop your head to the beat If you dont wanna dance to beat Just bop your head to the beat
[Hook] x2 You're not serious Don't say serious 'Cos I say serious You wanna get serious Let's get serious You can't act serious So don't say serious About serious
[Verse 1: JME] Everbody says, that garage should top Coz it's cheap like calipso or tip-top MC's turn UK Hip-Hop Scared their debut album will flop I'm floggin food like a chip-shop So I'll fall back on that If this flops Plus I go uni so if shit pops off with the cops Trust me I've got it locked How comes, Every single MC is vexed It's like the whole point of MC-ing nowadays is to get a reload on the decks Man will go to radio on Thursday Even though it's his birthday He'll spit lyrics like it's the worst day in his life It's not serious Serious
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Everybody knows you're some goody-goody That screw-face and that Roca-Wear hoody Just ain't workin Sorry Bredrin I'm buzz lightyear and you come like Woody
Look at my man biggin up his chest Looks like he's tryin to grow some breast Stop that, before you get an arch-back I don't know who my man's tryin to impress
Everybody know's that I shot Os And I make P, shot Q's like Kano Under my toungue is were they go Shottin' since Wiley had cane-rows
To make dough you need sense I still dont throw away five pence One cat thought I was dense Owed me a lump some and he tried jump some fence
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Serious
Hope everybody takes something away with them from this lesson See you tomorrowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
