JME – Live lyrics

[Verse: Jme and Merky Ace]
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, make you do a [?] spin

[?] shoulda been a [?]
Trust, no plan B
Mc only, 10 years deep
Badman, no contingency
Doin' this ting in its infancy
I said 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 back road is hot, but don't think man will come and cotch
Whether you like it or not, London is my block
The girls from back in the day, they used to say, "
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I had the 'lergies, now they wan' sex me"
Heard through the grapevine that I sell packs, sike!
I'm just an 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
And I tread dirt from my tyres
A-C-E and J-M-E 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 on 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 gyaldem seh me churros sweet
But she don't know me, don't know about my family tree
Might see me with a couple old Gs, 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 mans 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 set
I put grammies in a man bag
If he's the father I'm the granddad
Turn mans T-shirt into Tampax
I bop [?] and man stack
Heavy in the ting like sandbag, better yet, wait, stand back
Mad savage, they [?]

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