Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pulse 8, artist - JME. Album song Integrity>, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.05.2015
Record label: Boy Better Know
Song language: English
Pulse 8 |
| I used to have ten youts knocking my door |
| Asking me to roll out and lick cars |
| Now I’ve got 25 youts knocking my door |
| Still asking me to spit bars |
| At least they’re not knocking and running |
| Plotting and gunning, shotting and bunning |
| If my crew knocked man’s door back in the day |
| It would be to hot him and run in |
| 20 past 4 in the morning |
| And I’m still up, I ate too late |
| My belly got fill up, all the mandem look tired |
| Fam, I don’t blaze |
| But I can bill up, so if I get bored |
| I might mm, bill it |
| At studio, I’m like mm, kill it |
| Then I duck from the room and I jump in the booth |
| When I dump on the tune |
| Rudeboy, hush |
| Don’t ask me why I’m in a rush |
| Don’t ask me why I’m not tweeting |
| I’m in Brent Cross, man I’m shopping in Lush |
| If you know me, phone me |
| I’mma go eat on my lonelies |
| I’m in Nandos with a veggie wrap |
| Or I’m sitting in Leon, munching a gobi |
| Whichever one’s nearer |
| VGang, now I see clearer |
| No meat, no cheese, no milk, no eggs |
| Don’t believe me? |
| Ask Sarah |
| Stop staring, you’re not four-eyed |
| I only put good food in my jaw-side |
| Sensodyne Classic, Listorene citrus |
| Cause I don’t wanna have no fluoride |
| Big up the man that know |
| The girls that know, teachers that know |
| Parents and children that know |
| If you don’t know, Boy Better Know |
| If anybody try draw my ting |
| I’mma have to have words with friends |
| To avoid the clash of clans |
| Man might go for a run with Tempz |
| Man might go for a run with Tim |
| Good food will turn a Fatboy Slim |
| Man like me perform to keep trim |
| Spit two bars, don’t have to go gym |
| We play grime all over the world still |
| Man bopping their head like Churchill |
| When us man touch down in New York, it’s lit |
| Ask Virgil |
| Ask Bari, crazy baldhead, word to Bob Marley |
| I will sit up on a riddim so neatly |
| Now they wanna bite me like Charlie |
| Charlie bit me (ow, Charlie!) |
| Test me, you and what army? |
| I’ll wear a Pagan out like Pagani |
| I’m gone, BRB |