DJ AG Online Freestyle Lyrics – Skepta & Jme

Read the full DJ AG Online Freestyle lyrics by Skepta & Jme along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Skepta]
I don’t take back chat, no disrespect, already know
It’s fu*k the opps, it’s their loss, I cut them off
How could I get pissed off, bodies get ticked off
I hope you brush your teeth before you talk about the big boss
Brand new bedsheets covered in your Wifey’s lip-gloss
You was at the top but you slipped off
They hate the way I took what’s mine
Fu*ked off, come back, took some more
Fu*ked off again, turnt Shoreditch into a cunch spot
And I got more sauce than a Dutch pot
I do the producing, I do the booth, I do the bouncing

Couldn’t be more you’re clowning
Ten summers at the top and I’m still counting
You don’t like me but when I bring out a new riddim they’re listening
Tryna find out who did the mixing
What was (??) thinking
Yeah we was at the studio doing up greatness
You was on Insta doing up shameless
Said you had enough of the fakeness
Told me she love the way that I don’t beg friend wit’ any of them

[Skepta]
How they gonna lift my skirt when I never wear no dress
Stylish g, I got your–yeah, I got your girl impressed
Stylish g, I make one phone call and the gang turn up like it’s Murky Fest
They can’t diss us, they act road, in the Rizla, strap it and burn him, yes
They got their eyes on me, but my eyes on the girl in the tight top skirt
Begs, about ice and racks, them man there live out their Wifey’s purse
You don’t wanna see gang pull up, the ga– full up, the guys disperse
We don’t wanna take no L’s, any funny business then we rise up first
Yeah, danger danger, somebody tell these babies there’s no space in the (??)
Anybody get rude I’ll send for their head-top, rearrange you
Go home and do the math, I’m JME multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious, you don’t wanna get tal–don’t talk to the stranger
Man better tell the truth and top lying
Everybody knows when (??) touch the microphone these other man start dying

Mum dressed in black, everybody crying
Man diss me but I’m not replying, I’m not inna’ indirecting and slying
Lot of these MC’s thinking they’re gonna get rich but they all die trying

[JME]
Look in the mirror, realise no ones scared
You tried to diss me, no one cared
When you came radio, no one tared
You’re not hench, you’re not bad
You just screw up your face all weird
You’re tryna get hype off me, you get aired
You’re tryna get hype, you get air
You jumped out the whip, no one ran
Nobody cares what you got in your hand
Nobody cares what you got in your jeans
I’ll slap you so hard I’ll crack your phone screen
Don’t bring war to the king
Don’t tell me about draw for the ting
Right about now your heads so big you get charged more for your trim safe

[Skepta]
I’m a chief in my fathers village
We get money, don’t cry over parking tickets
You talk wicked, you got the hardest image
My darg wit’ it, I know your heart ain’t in it
Shotguns beat in the London street
So we got the soldiers marching wit’ it
What you know about skengs and champagne
Ask Frisco, I was dancing wit’ it
You ever seen a man whine with bine
Fifteen shells in a TP9
That boy there try step out in Gucci
Sixteen holes, that’s a redesign
I brought my own crew
When it was time to step I bought my own shoes
Forty sitting on forty
Businessman to some but still an old goon
Like welcome to London city
Where the Rambo’s ugly
But the gun dem pretty
Black, white, all kind of badman
Shubs is tun up, the pub dem busy
And that’s a hundred nitties
Like a grandad, walk with the stick

[JME]
Under 1K when I started spitting in the year 2K
Feds don’t like me like the 3K
Til’ I film them and upload in 4K
On the mic I spray like a AK
When I’m on stage, BBK
Sick lyrics like Louis CK
Heavyweight in the game, I’m DK
My features don’t cost 1p
You better put I in your pod like 2p
(??) man like I’m giving out free P
But man don’t do this for P
No Hublot, Rolex or AP
(??) and fu*k BP
Card, not cash so I don’t see P
My booking fee was under 1G
When I started spitting in the year 2G
Feds don’t like me or my three g’s
Film them and upload in 4G
My videos cost more than a g
I’m a legend in the music like the Bee Gee
Please don’t act like you can’t see g
Adlib for my gig, see these g’s

[JME]
What man don’t need no reason to spit, what
Man never knew I had a season to kick, what
Mandem are moving wicked-wicked, what
Handle the music easy, rip it, what
All the moves you see are legit, what
Banging my tune in the GTA whip, what
Plan to do some TDA s*it, what
Spin man in the booth, Superman quick, what
Man better move like Ludacris hit, what
Gangster approved yeah, you shouldn’t spit, what
Not a clue, you’re new to this s*it, what
Gang on PUBG, looting the bit, what
Pan man too, yeah boom in your lip, what
Ran out the blues with the booze, take a sip, what
Don’t try take a photo sneaky you prick, what
I’ll make a bozo delete the pic, what
Snatch that phone like Yeezy init, what
No passcode so I’m keeping your s*it, what
Make man go home wheezing a bit, what
Boy better know, get wit’ it, wit’ it, what
Best not snitch like Quidditch, Quidditch, what

[Skepta]
Brush my teeth, choose a outfit
Big racks in my account, I get paid
Everyday smoke the loudest
I get packs in by the ounce, I just blaze
And I got tings from back in the day still ringing me down, I’m on stage
I want no stress, they tryna control S, coming around to get saved
I don’t wanna war, let’s make peac
ood energy’s make the stacks increas
irls from the North, South and the East
Big batty make the mandem say ”Jheez”
Please, I’m not a gentleman, I’m a African man is what I said the the priest
And you know I stay smoking trees
And the buds in the zip pack looking obese
Yeah, flew back then flew in
My mum knew what I was doing
And deep down I know she was screwing
I fell asleep with thirteen scores in my mouth
Had a dream about chicken and chips
Like a eediat I started chewing
I woke up then I started spewing
Thinking when is all this gonna end
Had to open ’em up and wrap them again
I been on the road so if the beat needs road bars
I’ll strap them again
All the mandem know man are certified
You can’t school man, I been there, yeah
That’s why when you walk in the dance you see all the bad boys go–

[JME]
Badman with a swag CD, yeah dash that s*it fam, eject-eject
Lift up the rave like (??), yeah rude boy jack that, select-select
Prick thought that he can try with me
Then let time pass and think man forget
(??) rude boy, protect ya neck
Fu*k the AP, fu*k that Patek
You’re a badman with a swag CD, yeah dash that s*it fam, eject-eject
Lift up the rave like (??), yeah rude boy jack that, select-select
Prick thought that he can try with me
Then let time pass and think man forget
(??) rude boy, protect ya neck, serious