I Love Music - JME

So I spit bars on the beat like flies do to dissolve their food

I clear my whole plate, not a string or a hi-hat left

Burp out a deep bass, pick my teeth with a treble clef

My name’s Jamie Adenuga, you can’t pronounce it, I don’t know how

Cause it’s vowel-consonant-vowel-consonant-vowel-consonant-vowel, easy

No excuses, listen to my lyrics as the bassline oozes

Jme spits and he produces, but badman G. Tank produced this

I come from a time before grime, I used to rhyme in Year 9

So don’t tell me what music to make cause the music’s mine

(You know I’m murking, init?) I’ve been doing this music for time

Wanna test me?

You’ve got a big mountain to climb, better get in line, safe

I love music so much, I actually want to eat the tune

So I spit bars on the beat like flies do to dissolve their food

I clear my whole plate, not a string or a hi-hat left

Burp out a deep bass, pick my teeth with a treble clef

Trust me, famalam, I was on a big man ting from birth

The first time my feet touched the Earth, dun know, it was on Harrogate turf

When I was young, I used to go church

Christianity was forced on me before I could speak

But I won’t get into that, cause it’s way too deep

You couldn’t handle the thoughts in my brain

Like tissue paper tryna stop rain

But a snowflake can stop a train

Strength in numbers, you know what I’m saying?

This ain’t a game, shit just happens

While music is the aim

All of my lyrics have a meaning and a purpose

I don’t spit bars in vain, safe

I love music so much, I actually want to eat the tune

So I spit bars on the beat like flies do to dissolve their food

I clear my whole plate, not a string or a hi-hat left

Burp out a deep bass, pick my teeth with a treble clef

I’m a rudeboy, badman, don, dan, dapper

Call me the left cheek slapper

I don’t have a gun or electric zapper

But I don’t rap, how am I a gangster rapper?

All I do is make big tunes

Even if I use these basic loops

People assume that Jme’s new

Even true I’ve been making tunes from

You see me?

You get me?

I make my own garms like

Ain’t picking up food or picking up semis

But I pick up the mic whenever you’re ready, safe

Anybody hating, going on bitter

Jme ain’t bothered, he left the hood, nigga

No, start following on Twitter

And you’ll know what’s popping, safe