JME – Serious lyrics

J M E
A simple music lesson, think about it

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

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

You're not serious
Don't say serious
'Cause I say serious
You wanna get serious
Let's get serious
You can't act serious
So don't say serious
About serious

You're not serious
Don't say serious
'Cause I say serious
You wanna get serious
Let's get serious
You can't act serious
So don't say serious
About serious

Everbody says, that garage should top
'Cause 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

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

Serious

Hope everybody takes something away with them from this lesson
See you tomorrow