JME – Knock Your Block Off lyrics

[Intro]
Lewi B!

[Verse 1: Jme]
Man don't need no reason to spit
Man never knew I had a season ticket
Mandem are movin' wicked, wicked
Handle my music, easy, rip it
And all my moves you see are legit
Banging my tune in a gta whip
Plannin' to do some tda shit
What?
Spin man in the booth
Superman quick
Man better move like Ludacris hit

[?] approved, yeah you shouldn't spit
Fam not a clue, you're a new to this shit
Gang on pub: G lootin' a bit
Pan man too, yeah, boom and you're lit
Run out the blue with a [?]
What?
You get slapped on screen like parking ticket
Attack the beat, leave scars in the bit
Why's Wiley in a Arsenal kit?
Fam, my G, go ask him innit?
Man's thirsty, yeah parched likkle bit
Back that please, yeah, sip it, sip it
Bang this beat like flippin' Cillit
What?
Don't give a damn about a mobo award or a brit

[?] like astros [?]
Man don't show my remorse for a prick
Chattin' about all this sauce that you drip
Fam your time is tickin', tickin'
Mandem are fake like vegan chicken
Can't catch us man slippin', slippin'
What?
Trust me, don't try take a photo sneaky, ya prick
I'll make a bozo delete the pic
Snatch that phone like Yeezy, innit?
No passcode so I'm keepin' your shit
Make man go home wheezin' a bit
Boy Better Know, get widdit, widdit
Best not snitch like Quidditch, Quidditch
What?
Nothings in your man bag, yeah
Stop reachin' for it
Jam fam, there's no need for the lip
Badman here, squash beef and I dip
Man that's air, I might leave in a bit
Santander, drop Ps on the whip
All man hears is "chi-ching, chi-ching"
Next day yeah, mans whippin', whipping
What?

[Chorus: Giggs]
Drop bodies, watch that stopwatch
Hot steppin', hot step, hopscotch
Fuck all the "what's hot, what's not"
Drop one and knock those socks off
Drop one and knock those socks off
Drop one and knock those blocks off
Drop one and knock those socks off
Drop one and knock those blocks off

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Man ain't got comfy
Man ain't complacent
I'm back in the racin'
Back out the basement
Fill up the jokers
Run out of patience
Yeah, you sell out the mandem
Man, run out the bacon
You sell out the mandem
Sell out Jamaican
Yeah, sell out the black man
Sell out the nation
Me, I sell out the stage show
Smack, bang it's vacation
Just whip up the work now
Rang out the basin
Dun-dun-dun
Give man the business
Yeah, give man the business
Weed, cig, bring out the rizlas
Yeah, man had the garnet silk 12 inches, ring out the sizzlers
If man got the old school Giggsy mixes
Bring out the gigglers
Yeah, man I wish Batman
I, Jokers, bring out the Riddlers
Don't wanna hear no violence
So it's ring out the fiddlers
Shout out the bros, them
Big up the sisters
Shout out the grafters
Big up the drifters
Pick up the biscuit, bap-bap-bap
Lift up the pistol
Hop in the bus, said "floor it, driver
Quick up to Bristol"
Yeah, look at the crystal ball is ballin'
Big up the crystal
Light up your weed and drink and smoke
'Cause live-ups a ritual
Duh-duh-duh
We get the picture
Your shit is more like Disney, Dreamworks, kick up the Pixar
Jme and Giggs had to fix up the game, so big up the fixture
Fuck all the mix-up, just whip up the mixture