Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live, artist - JME. Album song Grime MC, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Boy Better Know
Song language: English
Live |
Everything’s live, everything’s live |
Fucking hell fam, everything’s live |
Behind the tints, in my seat, live |
Step out, see me on street, live |
Stage shows with my peeps, live |
Tre, this fucking beat, live |
Big man, done past 30, live |
Certi, live, Merky, live |
Everyting live-o, just like Raskit |
Everyting live, opposite of casket |
And the corn live too, make you do a hand spin |
Then a backflip, shoulda written pamphlet |
Trust, no plan B |
MC only, 10 years deep |
Badman, no contingency |
Doin' this ting in its infancy |
Man see me and start do parkour |
Rhetorical question, why’s man running for? |
Get over here like Kombat |
More tools is what I need in war |
Stay on point and that |
Roadblock, traffic, leave a gap |
In front of the whip, in case man has to |
Fucking swing a U-turn and double back |
The high road is hot |
But don’t think man won’t come and cotch |
Whether you like it or not |
London is my block |
The girls from back in the day that used to say |
When I had the 'lergies now wanna sex me |
Heard through the grapevine that I sell Pepsi |
Sike! |
I’m just a MC |
Kermit’s giving me eyes and sipping Tetley |
And if the boydem’s listening live then fucking get me |
Or not |
I turn my volume up to the top |
I didn’t hear the siren, rudeboy, what? |
Chatting bare shit about failing to stop |
From the tread dirt from my tyres |
Tryna maintain and stack legal P |
But we still kick out your molar, canines and incisors |
And your wisdom teeth |
Might see me in your local Sainsbury’s |
Testing out the dairy-free cheese |
Snapback, BBK tee |
Then I jump in the whip with a T |
Not no Aventador SV |
I’ll tell you like Lethal told me |
Don’t cop one if you can’t afford three |
Badman for them? |
That’s fine, not me |
And man brought waps, no ice on me |
I done gripsed man’s shirt and slammed man |
Like it was a judo key |
Still gyal seh I’m cinnamon churros sweet |
But she don’t know me |
Don’t know about my family tree |
Might see me with a couple OGs |
Yeah, Boy Better Know Meridian roll deep |
Opps Next Door, don’t knock and ask for sugar or milk |
Cah we ain’t got nuttin' for you chiefs |
Last time you knocked man’s door |
You was all asking to turn the music down a piece |
Fuck that, feel this bass |
Knock all you want, you won’t see this face |
Next time I leave my yard |
I’ll have my Beats by Dre’s on, just in case |
Man wanna converse, dead crep |
SK Airs anytime that I step |
I’m on my Jones, ain’t got no jewels |
But boys on the road still wanna dip sets |
I put swammies in a man bag |
If he’s the father, I’m the granddad |
Turn white t-shirt into tampax |
I box, boot and man stab |
Heavy in the ting like sandbag |
Better yet, wet sandbag |
Mad savage, they’re nearly drag |
Riding dingers and dipping cab |
Man’s sick, no influenza |
My aura mek gyal tell Victoria secrets |
And expose the centre |
Please remember, I roll with guys with a greaze agenda |
About you don’t know about grime |
Yeah, fam, but you still know about me and Skepta |
UK gang shit, been a member |
No joke ting, no Bo Selecta |
No joke ting, no Inbetweeners |
So a date of birth on my Tanitas |
Man wanna test in their two-seaters |
Man wanna test in their two-litres |
Light goes green, if you’re looking for me |
Better look in front, about 20 metres |
Put this on one track repeaters, repeaters |