[Intro]
J-M-E
I've had enough of these fake gangsters
Like they don't feel pain, never felt pain
Like they don't have any family
They haven't fallen in love
Or haven't watched television
Or they don't eat and sleep
They think they're waterproof, fireproof, everything-proof
I just think they're idiots

[Verse]
Punch in the face, punch in the face
Nobody wants a punch in the face
That's why everybody rolls in a group
Or with a mash, or with a baseball bat in case
They chat waste
To the wrong person and get a punch in the face
Now he can't go out with his friends
He has to jam and shot in the ends
Shot in the ends, shot in the ends
Another little kid gets shot in the ends
Everybody on the TV and the media want to blame his family and friends
But true say we all know his family and friends didn't manufacture them skengs
The government's in control
And that's why everybody's bored on road
Bored on road, bored on road
Another little kid gets bored on road
What, what, who stabbed him?
Everybody knows, but no-one disobeys the street code
'Cause if you talk to the feds, your bredrins will go into skengman mode
And when they get vexed
You'll have your hands in the air like you're doing a stretch
Doing a stretch, doing a stretch
Another black boy is doing a stretch
Coulda' been avoided if he woulda' stayed in school
And learnt punctuation like Wretch
But instead, he got into beef on road and shot a guy in his chest
What happened to the days
When you would just get a punch in the face?
[Interlude]
What's the meaning of JME? Jack man everyday blatantly
No, you're mistaken see, my birth name ain't escaping me
What's the meaning of JME? Jack man everyday blatantly
No, you're mistaken, my name's Jamie

[Verse 2]
Also known as O-O-D
'Cause if I got a G I'm GOOD
Plus bare girls know me for the 'ood
But I ain't happy with a G, I wanna get H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
I 'member sayin' that when I was three
I used to say J-K-menamena-P
My teacher who taught me my alphabet
Now I'm sellin' him CDs
Gimme half a chance and I'm sellin' him a tee
Put on the t-shirt, tell 'im I'm a G
Boy better know
All the girls will try and sweet him up, like he's cinnamon and cream
Groupie love, yeah that's what I wanna se
Pull my clothes while I'm spittin' on the beat
Buy another tee shirt then, 'cuz
Why'd you think they're all hollerin' at me?