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artist
Skepta
You Know Me
10,000
Hip-Hop/Rap
You Know Me was released on December 2, 2012 by 3Beat as a part of the album Blacklisted
album cover
AlbumBlacklisted
Release DateDecember 2, 2012
Label3Beat
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skepta
Skepta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Adenuga
Joseph Adenuga
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Chillin' in the club, minding my own business
Me and my black mates and some white ****
All of my people in the streets like mic skinners
But we're sprayin' champagne, lookin' like winners
Had the Jamaican girl rubbing on my thigh
I told her she's fuckin' with the greatest rapper alive
She gave me the Heisman and said I was a pop star
I said, eh, you know me, eh, I was a blood clot
[Verse 2]
I walk into the club like I work here
I came fashionably late, you were the first here
They say that Penn & Teller are making my clothes now
Got my jacket, might disappear if I put it down
**** tellin' me, they love the way I put it down
Hundred percent UK, hit 'em with the pound
Officer Leng don't wanna see me in town
21st Century kings, sittin' with a crown
21st Century kings, sittin' on a throne
She gave me brains, skeet, skeet on the collar bone
When I whisper in her ear, do it monotone
I do it in 3D, do it on the phone
I call her wham bam, she call me quick t'ing
She don't even get to see the tattoos on my skin
I pull it out, put it on, then I put it in
I pull it out, take it off, put it in the bin
[Verse 3]
Chillin' in the club, minding my own business
Me and my black mates and some white ****
All of my people in the streets like mic skinners
But we sprayin' champagne, lookin' like winners
Had the Jamaican girl rubbing on my thigh
I told her she's fuckin' with the greatest rapper alive
She gave me the Heisman and said I was a pop star
I said, eh, you know me, eh, I was a blood clot
[Verse 4]
Coffee Patron, tastes so delicious
I got no feeling in my face, like Joan Rivers
Devil in my cup, praying for forgiveness
But don't try this at home, this ain't for beginners
It's a deja vu, I've seen it all before
People on the chairs, money on the floor
Bitches on heat, twenty on the door
So I don't know what these **** are watching me for
[Verse 5]
Aw, must be the chain, it's a mad one
Everybody run, Stewie got a gun
Said she ready to go, she wants me to come
But I've already beat, give the drummer some
Pull out the stick, rum pa pa pum
Now she blowing on the pipe, like it's bubble gum
I got a badder bitch, that I've got my eyes on
But the party ain't done, until they turn the lights on
[Verse 6]
Chillin' in the club, minding my own business
Me and my black mates and some white ****
All of my people in the streets like mic skinners
But we sprayin' champagne, lookin' like winners
Had the Jamaican girl rubbing on my thigh
I told her she's fuckin' with the greatest rapper alive
She gave me the Heisman and said I was a pop star
I said, eh, you know me, eh, I was a blood clot
[Verse 7]
Eh, you know me, eh eh, you know me
Eh, you know me, eh eh, you know me
Eh, you know me, eh eh, you know me
Eh, you know me, eh, I was de blood clot
Eh, you know me, eh eh, you know me
Eh, you know me, eh eh, you know me
Eh, you know me, eh eh, you know me
Eh, you know me, eh, I was de blood clot
Written by: Joseph Adenuga

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