Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BACK 2 GRIME, artist - PORCHY. Album song THE FALL, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Porchy
Song language: English
BACK 2 GRIME |
I was born for this, can't let them forget |
I'm from the era of the disk and cassettes |
I can do grime, pop and trap, I'm vet |
'Cause I don't really care, so please don't be upset |
Ring the bells for the king pin, ding-ding |
Spitting bullets all you hear is zing-zing, ping-ping |
Sonar got an echo when I sing tings, ring-ring |
Now I got her twerking on a sling string, wink-wink |
Bouncing like a spring-spring, clink-clink! |
I'm in love with the beat not a fling ting swing wings |
Metaphor for flying, ever so I'm applying |
My forces, I'm supplying, Everyone with what I bring-bring, |
Yeah |
Got it popping like popcorn |
If they got a million bangers — I got more |
Drop four in a week, watch everybody drop jaw |
Hot core, so I kill it for everyone's encore |
On tour, grip the microphone until my hands sore (sore) |
Dropped out of college, I never made sophomore (sophomore) |
I got connections, so if anybody test me |
I don't care if we're connected cuzzy, I'ma cut chords |
My name's Porch (go), yeah, I bring forces (go) |
I spit raw shit (go), I can't forfeit (go), important (go) |
No exhaustion (go), no endorsements (go), no extortion |
Still get this shit lit like torches |
Might catch me with a bitch that's gorgeous |
Thousand horses to the fortress where the sauce is |
Вайб, три икса, hoe: |
Возобновляется сага. |
Бас х**рит из саба (оу), |
Тебя позабывают и за год. |
Зиг-зиг-загом лихо петляет слалом - |
Это реконкиста хип-хапа. |
Ты скопировал стиль по лекалам (тадам) - |
Экий неказистый ты кадр. |
Дам им слов (go) - много слов (go); |
Новых слов (go), странных слов (go), |
Я Мастодонт (go), острослов грайм-основ: |
Charlie Sloth (go). |
Сладких снов! |
Я здесь богослов за кэш баснословный. |
Нет таких в словаре, ни кроссфордах |
Этаких слов, чтоб допёрло до этих ослов |
Что я не зря сижу взаперти, |
Пытаюсь вечно чё-то решить - |
Лишь усложняя сам себе жизнь. |
Голос шепчет: "Просто пиши, будь здесь. |
Будь тут, а не там, тут, а не там, там. |
Тут, а не там, тут, а не-та-не там - будь тут!" |
И я снова бегу по битам, но не покидая дома в глуши. |
Fertig! |
I had to drop a little something, let me show them |
Never ready for the flowing that I throw them |
See what I'm showing, I'm glowing like I'm a Vulken |
I kill it hard like I bring a fucking rope in |
Check this, mic check, hold up, I'm next |
I am your highness - no clocks, timeless |
Sick like I block up your sinus |
What I do, can't buy that — priceless |
What I do, can't buy that — priceless |
What I do, can't buy that — priceless |
They're watching my life with a bag of opinions |
Which one of them are, gonna pay my bills |
Then them immature brats get wisdom, so into the drama |
Bone with Palava, never stop spreading that fiction |
Calm down, love, I don't give a fuck, |
I will make them resign like Nixon, so into the drama |
Bone with Palava, never stop spreading that fiction |
Calm down, love, I don't give a fuck, |
I will make them resign like Nixon |
Force to be reckoned with (force to be reckoned with) |
You can't ignore this: was born to be hella sick |
Taught to be better quick, all I wanna do is be legend |
For the credit that I earned from these feathered shifts |
Aced the game I could never quit |
Payed my dues, didn't cheat and I never skipped |
I lived in a council estate growing up |
So I'm proud that I'm no longer derelict |
Whole life I will grow with my relatives |
Bring more hype on the show whole life on the road |
Guess being cold is imperative (brr) |
Touch mic and freeze all the negative |
You could never see another copy of a beast like me |
But I see too many wanna spit like p |
My flow flows like seas overseas |
They still oversee, you wanna talk grime? |
I ain't never been out line (never) |
I come through like I never wanna resign (never) |
You better move, boy, better pass me the mic (Porchy) |
I'm in the booth, and I'm letting the bullets fly like Pegasus |
Write these light testaments |
Rhymes like genesis, sick I'm like tetanus |
Living off adrenaline |
Everybody knows: I be putting on a show |
When I walk up in the premise |