Lyrics I Love Music - JME

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
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
And you'll know what's popping, safe