| Don’t… don’t chat to me, still
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| Don’t chat to me
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| Poomplex
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| Derkhead
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| Don’t chat to me
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| I’ve got people standing, staring, when I spit and go
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| I’m a drive-by MC, spit on the low
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| I have learnt my lesson, slip on road, never
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| But I’m not essing
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| You know Jme is the best in switching my flow
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| Writing, never resting, spit on my own
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| Practice makes the best MC
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| And you know perfect is a blessing
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| I’ve got girls flicking themselves off like a fuse box switch
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| And I’ve got sales off Boy Better Know mixtape
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| On the shelves of HMV, which everybody’s heard of
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| Nowadays, road mentality’s hot like lava
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| It’s a big joke so I rock a balaclava
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| And a big coat to stop the palaver
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| On the back roads
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| Mess with me and I’ll mess with your head like JavaScript
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| I’ll mash up your head, like the barber slipped in the shop
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| And left you with scars and slits and cuts
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| Are you nuts?
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| I’ve got my flow on lock like a phone keypad
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| And it’s true that a lot of the flows you have have been used
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| So stop with your phony chats and slews
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| I’m big
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| You can tell by the bars I strap and chat
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| Other MCs, put down the straps and chat some sense, please
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| Allow the straps and your chats, we’re meant to be artists
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| Ps coming in from left, right and centre
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| I’ve got bookings from now till next winter
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| I’m looking to turn our sets into
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| Stage shows and concerts
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| Rudeboy, shut your mout
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| Poomplex
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| Yo
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| Eskiboy
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| Yo
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| Push, push, push, but you can’t carry weight
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| I carry the whole estate through the sleet and the rain
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| It’s bait, can’t take when a wasteman hates
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| And thinks that he’s a spitter but the hood don’t rate him
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| At the start, I had turntables and crates and dubplates
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| Mixing with my mates, I’m real
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| Never see me roll 'round with the fakes
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| Getting chased by the jakes in whips that are bait, no
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| Grime, yeah, the genre’s new
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| Some musicians just ain’t got a clue
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| Calling them a musician is an exaggeration
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| If you listen, you will agree with me too
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| In time, we’ll see who’s left
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| Real music man make tunes that are effed
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| The other few guys from the scene know
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| They should have used their time more wisely instead
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| Like pizza delivery, riding a ped
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| At least you’d be making Ps instead of
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| Coming radio with a stiff face
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| Acting like you don’t mind being dead
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| Now, radio’s a place where everybody comes
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| To prove that they don’t fear anybody
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| That’s pointless, the whole point of being an artist is music
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| I’m not here to get bodied
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| Don’t… don’t chat to me, still
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| Don’t chat to me
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| Poomplex
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| Derkhead
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| Don’t chat to me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Chat to Me , by - JME. Song from the album History:, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп