JME - I Love Music Lyrics

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 spit's and he produces
But badman GTank 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
No, start following on Twitter
And you'll know what's popping, safe