Anger Room - JME

J… m… serious

I’d like to welcome you to the anger room

Anything negative, get it off your chest in here

Don’t let nobody know about the anger room

Close the door behind you

Get it off your chest

Get it off your chest

From day one, I said I was serious

But nobody took me serious

For them boy, I go to the rave

And I spit in the rave, then I spit in their face

For the disrespect, 'cause I am serious

Boy Better Know I am serious

Jme don’t take no shit

Boy that don’t like Jme, listen up

Joe tried to jack me, where is he?

Alex tried to bite me, where is he?

Jay wants to clash me, where is he?

Dominic dissed me, where is he?

Labels wanna sign me, where are they?

Pussyholes wanna rush me, where are they?

Crews wanna clash me, where are they?

But you can’t clash me, be serious

'Cause you got your name on your Nike Air Dunks

Blud, I’ll beat you up

You’re not serious, 'cause you shot two kis of punk

Blud, I’ll beat you up

You’re not serious, I don’t care if you’ve got a yout

Blud, I’ll beat you up

You’re not serious 'cause you got an Akademiks tracksuit

Blud, I’ll beat you up

Alright, rudeboy, calm down

Acting like you’ve been smoking brown

You’ve got a Tigra, you’re not raw

I’ll put air vents in your car door

Alright, rudeboy, just shush

Acting like you’ve been smoking bush

You’re not big in the scene

I’ll put air vents in your windscreen

Blud, you’ve been smoking the rocks again

Bare air you’re getting, bare oxygen

Cause Jme mic controller

Turns to Jme air vent installer

And I’ve got bare ammo like Smarties

Install air vents in your arteries

If you run, AIR VENTS IN YOUR CREPS

Jme’s delivering air to your doorstep

'Cause you got your name on your Nike Air Dunks

Blud, I’ll beat you up

You’re not serious, 'cause you shot two kis of punk

Blud, I’ll beat you up

You’re not serious, I don’t care if you’ve got a yout

Blud, I’ll beat you up

You’re not serious 'cause you got an Akademiks tracksuit

Blud, I’ll beat you up

You think I’m any durag prick, but

When I touch mic, you can’t say shit

When I touch mic, you know I’m not a dummy

I will give Lloyd Banks a run for his money

Voice is clear like ice

Spot me a mile off like traffic cones

Before, nobody knew, but

Now I’m in everybody’s ear like white headphones

Which MCs do you rate?

That Jme guy, he’s great

His lyrics are slicker than your av

Worth more than the gold on a chav

Oi, you bredrins, show me I beg, I’m late

Nah, mate, I don’t do tapes

You know how many blank CDs I have?

I deal with MP3s and WAV

'Cause you got your name on your Nike Air Dunks

Blud, I’ll beat you up

You’re not serious, 'cause you shot two kis of punk

Blud, I’ll beat you up

You’re not serious, I don’t care if you’ve got a yout

Blud, I’ll beat you up

You’re not serious 'cause you got an Akademiks tracksuit

Blud, I’ll beat you up

And I will beat you up, so be warned

The anger room

Get it off your chest, get it off your chest

Do not tell no one about the anger room

Close the door behind you

Get out!

J-M

Serious