1) BM (Emile Bode) is … Read Full Bio ↴There is more than one artist with this name:
1) BM (Emile Bode) is a Dutch producer and he combines the sound and music from the 80's & 90's with the sound from now. His musical style is a combination between EDM, house, dance, pop, rock, soundscapes and hip hop.
He produces his own tracks and remixes and works together with artists like Fast Eddie (Yo Yo Get Funky), Eric Vloeimans, Rena Scott, Kathy Brown, Hilary Jane, Sara Brown, Charlie Dee, Mell. He also makes a lot of music for movies and television.
His tracks are released by his record labels TheRoomRecordings.com and New Jazz Adventure.
2) Matthew Kim, also known as BM (born in Los Angeles, California, United States on October 20, 1992) is a Korean-American rapper and singer under DSP Media . He is the main dancer, lead rapper, and vocalist of KARD.
3) An Argentinian artist called "BM" (whose real name is Brian Sanchez) who has gained popularity recently thanks to his song "M.A (Mejores Amigos)". The song has been a hit and sweeping the streaming platforms, including Spotify reaching top track #1 and cover of Éxitos Argentina, Uruguay and Paraguay, and has gained popularity in many Spanish speaking countries.
Plugged in Freestyle
BM Lyrics
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(Senseii)
(Shout out Fumez on this one, you get me?)
(Plugged In)
In Zone tryna cause some hell mate
Dance, cut shapes as well
They can't hack beef so they sing like Adele
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell
In Zone tryna cause some hell mate
Dance, cut shapes as well
They can't hack beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell
If I crash this car on a glide
Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented
If I jump out, swing my shank
Pierce man's lungs, and I fucking meant it
Stack my bread then I got it invested
Waps on deck, in the Nizz I test it
Tp gang from the deepest trenches
Get back where? Get back in them benches
Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence
Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings
Jump out gang, put the opps on pendants
Fifteen inch but the Glock's my preference
Five man deep, that's perfect attendance
Why the opps keep hurdling fences?
Don't ask me personal questions
Ching man down, I'm jerking him endless
Blacked out GLA or Mokka
Me and S in a bruck-down Honda
Spin that whip if I see me an opper
Call backup, chinged him proper
Samurai sword cuts like a chopper
Roll with the Glock, fill it with copper
Got live corn for an opper
They don't wanna see what I got in my locker
Them man there just talk on the Gram
I get 'round there in a ding-dong van
Looking for him or a so-called fan
Slide that door, young G go ham
Pray that the .44 ting don't jam
Rate that aim 99, no Sam
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy-jiggy on deck
In got the jiggy on deck
In got the blikky and kwef
No way, still get cheffed
Don't move right, you will get left
Shots get beat from the 9 and TEC
Baddie, baddie give drops in
Flick it, flick, it that's blades in necks
Who's that? My man throwing up
You can get left like the Christmas ghost
Drugs, money, it come from the coast
White like Tommy and brown like Saint Patrick
Niggas get lit like I'm lighting my matches
Shots get sent, we don't wait for no catches
Fresh out the box and it's automatic
Tell the driver, "Stop here, let me slap it"
I'm on the backroad, I'm on my Jack Jones
But still, we crash corn at them
I beg you don't leave your friends
Six feet deep where the opps get sent
Shit gets peak and I know they're stressed
'Cah the OTP's got loaded skengs
Spin that whip, try catch me an M
Tell my young Gs don't lack like
Two-litre ride, let's go on a glide
Shit get's peak when us man ride
In my mother's hood where my opps get fried
Known to the pigs as a violent guy
You best not lack, got my zombie knife
Got no waps, so the rap is a lie
Invest in shanks, still don't ride
Kidnap squad, don't rap no lies
Who's that? What's that?
Jump out, get him
In the with a rusty weapon
Two AKs, put the 4 in the 7
Have you ever seen a golden berettan?
Slap that corn at his melon
Slide tru' with the Wesson
Question, question
Why the fuck are you leaving your bredrin?
In Zone tryna cause some hell
Made dance, cut shapes as well
They can't hack beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell
In Zone tryna cause some hell
Made dance, cut shapes as well
They can't hack beef so they sing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Glock 32, no .32 bells
Get well soon if you hold these shells
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell
Fumez the Engineer
The song “Plugged In Freestyle” by BM is a rap song filled with violent and aggressive lyrics, which play a central role in creating the song’s meaning. The lyrics are mostly about gangster life, beef, and weapons, which is common in the hip hop industry. BM raps about doing illegal activities, rising above, and causing havoc through his actions. The lyrics also describe how war is part of life, and it takes time to see who emerges victorious.
One of the key themes in this song is the use of violence to achieve goals. BM talks about having a Glock 32 and not bothering with 32 bells, which is a slang term for a specific type of ammo. The idea of getting well soon if you hold these shells means you’ll get shot if you mess with BM. The lyrics also mention having a Samurai sword as a weapon which underlines the message of violence. He talks about putting the opps on pendants, which means they will wear a necklace with their photo, a threatening message in hip hop culture.
Another theme in the song is loyalty to the gang. BM talks about not leaving your bredrin and the importance of having a backing squad. He mentions having a stash of drugs and money and the need to protect it from anyone who tries to go after it. The song has a dark tone, which is characteristic of gangster rap music. It’s a world of survival where any misstep could mean your death.
Line by Line Meaning
In Zone tryna cause some hell mate
I'm in my zone and causing chaos
Dance, cut shapes as well
I'm dancing and showing off my moves
They can't hack beef so they sing like Adele
My enemies can't handle conflict and resort to singing like Adele
War is war and time will tell
Conflicts are inevitable and only time can reveal the outcome
Glock 32, no .32 bells
I have a weapon with no bells, specifically a Glock 32
Get well soon if you hold these shells
If you get hit by my bullets, you better hope you recover
Youngers to olders scream like girls
Both young and old scream loudly like girls in fear when confronted
Rise this well, that's a dig-up a cell
I'm making a statement and digging up the past with my actions
If I crash this car on a glide
If I get into an accident while driving fast
Don't worry 'bout your car getting dented
Don't concern yourself with the damage to your vehicle
If I jump out, swing my shank
If I leave the car with my knife in hand
Pierce man's lungs, and I fucking meant it
I stab with intent to cause damage
Stack my bread then I got it invested
I save my money and invest it wisely
Waps on deck, in the Nizz I test it
I have guns ready to use and test them in my neighborhood
Get back where? Get back in them benches
My enemies can't retaliate and should return to being passive
Hold up, wait, I ain't finished this sentence
I have more to say and need a moment to collect my thoughts
Four waps up, this Smoke Squad settings
I have four guns ready and my group is armed
Jump out gang, put the opps on pendants
We surprise our enemies and put them in a vulnerable position
Fifteen inch but the Glock's my preference
I prefer using the Glock despite having other options
Five man deep, that's perfect attendance
All members of my group are present and accounted for
Why the opps keep hurdling fences?
Why do my enemies keep running and jumping over obstacles?
Don't ask me personal questions
I don't want to answer personal questions
Ching man down, I'm jerking him endless
I stab my enemies and won't stop until they're dead
Blacked out GLA or Mokka
I'm driving a black GLA or Mokka vehicle
Me and S in a bruck-down Honda
I'm with someone in a damaged Honda vehicle
Spin that whip if I see me an opper
I'll drive my car recklessly if I see my enemy
Call backup, chinged him proper
I call for help and successfully stab my enemy
Samurai sword cuts like a chopper
My samurai sword can cut just as easily as a helicopter blade
Roll with the Glock, fill it with copper
I carry a Glock with copper bullets loaded
Got live corn for an opper
I have bullets ready and available for my enemy
They don't wanna see what I got in my locker
My enemies don't want to know what I have stored for them
Them man there just talk on the Gram
My enemies only talk on social media
I get 'round there in a ding-dong van
I arrive in a white van
Looking for him or a so-called fan
I'm searching for my enemy or someone pretending to be a fan
Slide that door, young G go ham
We slide the van door open and start attacking
Pray that the .44 ting don't jam
I hope my gun doesn't malfunction
Rate that aim 99, no Sam
My aim is excellent and reliable
I'm on the opp block tryna rise and tan
I'm on my enemy's territory and trying to dominate
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy-jiggy on deck
I have many girls around me dancing and ready to party
In got the jiggy on deck
I'm ready to dance and have a good time
In got the blikky and kwef
I have a gun and a knife
No way, still get cheffed
I refuse to back down and will fight no matter what
Don't move right, you will get left
If you act the wrong way, you'll get hurt
Shots get beat from the 9 and Tec
My guns are ready and prepared to shoot
Baddie, baddie give drops in
I receive information from a female informant
Flick it, flick, it that's blades in necks
We use knives to attack our enemies and aim for their necks
Who's that? My man throwing up
I see someone who belongs to my enemy's group
You can get left like the Christmas ghost
You can disappear and never be seen again
Drugs, money, it come from the coast
Drugs and money come from the coastal regions
White like Tommy and brown like Saint Patrick
I have both white and brown drugs
Niggas get lit like I'm lighting my matches
People become high on the drugs I sell
Shots get sent, we don't wait for no catches
We attack our enemies without hesitation
Fresh out the box and it's automatic
My gun is new and works flawlessly
Tell the driver, "Stop here, let me slap it"
I instruct the driver to stop so I can do what I need to do
I'm on the backroad, I'm on my Jack Jones
I'm alone on a quiet back road
But still, we crash corn at them
Even though I'm by myself, I'll still attack my enemy
I beg you don't leave your friends
I advise my enemies not to abandon their friends
Six feet deep where the opps get sent
My enemies are buried six feet deep when they're dead
Shit gets peak and I know they're stressed
Things get tough for my enemies and they're feeling stressed
'Cah the OTP's got loaded skengs
My group is armed with guns and ready to fight
Spin that whip, try catch me an M
I drive my car to try and catch someone named M
Tell my young Gs don't lack like
I advise my younger group members not to be caught off guard
Two-litre ride, let's go on a glide
I'm driving a two-liter car and ready to speed ahead
In my mother's hood where my opps get fried
In my hometown, my enemies face dire consequences
Known to the pigs as a violent guy
The police know me as a dangerous individual
You best not lack, got my zombie knife
Don't be caught unprepared, I have my knife at the ready
Got no waps, so the rap is a lie
I don't currently have guns, so my boasts are meaningless
Invest in shanks, still don't ride
I invest in knives, but I'm not afraid to fight without them
Kidnap squad, don't rap no lies
I have a group of people ready to kidnap my enemies, and I won't lie about it
Who's that? What's that?
I see someone and I'm curious about who they are
Jump out, get him
I aggressively confront my enemy
In the with a rusty weapon
I have a damaged weapon, but it's still effective
Two AKs, put the 4 in the 7
I have two AKs and load 4 bullets in one and 7 in the other
Have you ever seen a golden berettan?
Have you ever seen a golden gun?
Slap that corn at his melon
I shoot my gun at my enemy's head
Slide tru' with the Wesson
I move swiftly with my Wesson gun
Why the fuck are you leaving your bredrin?
Why are you abandoning your friend?
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Mini, Sava, Bolia Matundu
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@T0M_X
Really appreciate the sign language in the back for the deaf viewers
@heavenbeats6530
https://youtu.be/mVcXS3Mup1g
@dedey6274
Got the whole squad laughing g
@west6street288
I’m to weak
@cycloneharold2336
Lol 😂
@MadGodSanti
@@dedey6274 deadass
@memosoktum5628
R.I.P to all the people who still couldn’t find it
@mohammadibrahim5128
Haha
@mohammadibrahim5128
It’s a sick song feel sorry for who ever didn’t hear it
@jamessetters8226
Wasn’t hard