I've got a black ski mask, but I don't ski
But I snowboard
dash an MC off-piste
If one of you try and violate me
You get a punch in the face with my front door key
Punch in the neck with my back door key
Box in the mouth with my X6 key

Box in the eye with the fob
I use to log into my HSBC

Talk about banks, kill em with Ps
Run up in your girl's house with two of my Gs
Get the money out, put the money in his mout
Then suffocate man with about two Gs
Suffocate man with about four Gs
Suffocate man, then I might just breeze

I'll bury man two foot shallow
Ain't got time to dig six feet deep

These MCs and rappers wanna chat 'bout their syllables
And their multis and their similes
And all that shit, then I come through with my ABC

Girls and man are like "Jme's deep"
Bare pictures when they see me on street

Old school rudeboy like Crazy T
All you man don't want it with me
I'm a bad rudeboy, badboy MC

Say my name, Jme
Nostradamus couldn't see me
Expelliarmus couldn't stop me
How could a man with a uni degree
Be bussing up mic and chatting his greaze?

Cause the music originated
And will always remain in the streets

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