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

• Artist:PORCHY
• Album:THE FALL