JME
Power
Grime is in a state of emergencyThe scene is in chaosWe need a superhero to save the dayWho can we get?(I know, let's get Superman!)Fuck that pantyhose-wearing bitch!(OK, my bad, let's get Batman!)That motherfucker can't do shit, he's a wasteman!(Alright, alright, I've got it, get the Ninja Turtles)Are you out of your fucking mind?They're a bunch of poomplex derkheads!No, we need a super shaman. We need Jme(Who is Jme?)Jme was a grime MC from the endsUntil he met Mr VMr V. was a mad scientist who produced a track that gave Jmean incredible superpower. Anything Jme touched multiplied,duplicated and replicated. Jme had the power to cloneanything. He could turn a Big Mac meal into a feast for athousand. A KFC variety bucket will feed the world. Jme isthe superhero we need!(It's Mr. V)Yeah blud, it's a lotI've been at home all dayLetras de cancionesCloning £50 notes, this is sickBut it's a bit baitCause all the serial numbers are the sameSo I can't spend them in the same placeI was gonna put a deposit on a flatInstead, I might just give 'em all out to the mandemThis is jokesI don't know what to do nextI've already cloned my TV, my iMacAll my garms and crepsI know Skepta wanted these jeansSo look, see?I could've made a million by nowBut then everybody will find outBlud, this is nangYou've got nothing, you've got nothingYou want something so you need powerDon't abuse your power, don't abuse your powerDon't abuse your power (Mr. V)Oi, oi, MSM, let me clone your chainIn factI'mma find the guy with the massivest chainClone it and then give it backOh my god, I'm so dumbWhat am I thinking?With my powers, I should be stoppingAll the poverty in Africa and all them tingsBut the media will speculateThem feds will interrogateMI5 will investigateThat's just too b-bait(Blud, there's feds following us)Huh? WaitI cloned Westwood's carIt's got the same registration plateMan, this is peakYou've got nothing, you've got nothingYou want something so you need powerDon't abuse your power, don't abuse your powerDon't abuse your power (Mr. V)Alright, alright, think, think, thinkWhat can I do? Where can I go?First things first, get these fake 50sAnd throw 'em out the windowAlright, Jme, calm downActing like you've been cloning PWhen I got the power to cloneI wish I could unclone, see?Now look at me, taking chaseCloning traffic lights, cloning gatesCloning pot holes, no escapeOi MSM, pass me my jacketHere you are, zip it up tightWhen I pull over, just run for your lifeI'mma do a handbrake skidAnd we'll disappear into the nightFlipping hell, manThese feds are on a missionThey must really wanna catch manThey want their commissionThat's it, I'm stuckBehind this treeAnd they know I'm hereI'm gonna clone me
From Letras Mania