Grime Music Made Me Do It

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Bob Vylan - Rock, Rap

Grime Music Made Me Do It

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[Intro] What does it all mean? It means nothing [?] [Verse] Raised in the place where it was knuckle up or buckle down Belt buckles swinging at your face, you better duck it down Mandem getting poked, let 'em know you ain't no fucking clown Open fire in a crowded club, they have to shut it down Bow, bow for the reload then pow, pow Forward Riddim in my earphones, I was up and out Ducking CID more times than I can fucking count Always been a free man, trying not to fuck up now But if we got a problem, you gon' be the last to know I know where that pussy live, I might pull up to his home Or with five pound entry, I might pull up to his show Pull up, pull out Bobby's bat and telescope it to your dome (That's right) Not much changed, I was in the home of the blues With a flicknife in case they want my phone or my shoes I just brought these Nikes, mandem ain't gon' take these shits from me Crack your head before you get these size 11s, guarantee, guarantee I'm for peace, but I don't turn the other cheek There's no heaven in the sky, this Earth ain't worthy of the meek If you see that God of yours, I've got some words from me to speak Where was God when [?] in my ends got murdered in the street? [Chorus] And I ain't saying that it's right, I'm just saying how it is And I ain't saying that I like or love the way I live I'm just saying that you stick us in a place that raises kids To be so hungry, got no money, we might just stick you in your ribs [Outro] Look, I ain't really bunned down a dance like that for a little while

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  • Bob Vylan