After the passing of his Father in the summer of 2003, J. Robb was faced with the task of becoming man of the house. The determination and passion that he once possessed for music immediately grew from a pastime to an emotional outlet. After his senior year of high school J. Robb started work on his first mixtape which was released in 2004. Since 2004 J. Robb's archive of original tracks continued to build. After a 3 year hiatus, on April, 28th, 2007 J. Robb released a double CD, CD One contains 19 original songs & CD two; 22 photo's, 10 Mp3's, 7 Videos & A Poster appropriately named Long Awaited. He intends on continuing to promote this project while he prepares his album titled Watch & Learn. J. Robb does not feel that he has anything to loose going into the rap game head first, rolling with the punches and using hooks and punches of his own to survive.
"To be perfectly honest the way I see it is, there are a lot of Weak Links and in the end the Emcee's that are built for this will come out on top, those that do not take it seriously will simply fade away." - J. Robb
J. Robb has been called one of the hardest working artists to come out of the GTA. He has made the transition from a freestyle/battle Emcee to a seasoned recording artist. But if words on a paper don't impress you, just listen to the music.
Like.Me
J. robb Lyrics
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Femto! (woo)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (yuh dig, yuh dig, yuh dig)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (yuh dig, yuh dig, dig)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (hah)
Okay
You won't fight me, in my white tee (yuh)
She say, "Pipe me, he so icy"
Fuck my sidepiece, in my Nike
Mountain Dew never look clear
Put a six in here, got my red bitch ridin' on a Lear
She one in a million like Aaliyah
With a blue lace wig, like the bitch bang Crip out here
And I got a gun blazin' fit tailor
Fifteen thousand, and I spent it all on a spaceship
And I got yo' lil' ass baby, ridin' a Mercedes
And I tell that hoe everyday shit
What's yo' flavor? Flavor savoir
Homegirl blasian, initiation
Let you ride it like a Harley Davidson
Young Basquiat paint a face of some
You tell that bitch home that you layin' up
Gary Oak when I'm jumpin' out a gym
Made a movie, made a film
Yeah, I glowed up, but this is not a drill
I press a nigga like a bad pill
Kill you off a ad-lib
Really lived all them stories that you tell
Like stop, drop and roll
Got a Glock wit' a pole
Have you ever seen a stripper shakin' (?) out her clothes
Got a swiss cheese TEC, find a rat, Whac-A-Mole
And I'm runnin' out of breath, need to smokin' poles like
I don't like you, you don't like me
You won't fight me, in my white tee (yuh)
She say, "Pipe me, he so icy" (yuh, ayy, yuh)
Fuck my sidepiece, in my Nike
Pure black in my veins, bitch, I'm not sane
Smokin' on pure gas, bitch, octane
A little devil from the mud wit' a rotten age
Rollin' up, rotten scene now outplayed
I was trappin' out-back Lil' Zay wit' a sack
Got him grippin' on his teeth, pure steel, that's a Gat'
If we really talkin' facts, I'm the best, that's that
Never played no chess
Only playin' wit' address, I'm the Bogeyman
Creepin' through yo' bitch bed sheets and you knew her, man
Blind hit a bitch suckin' dick, goin' Super Saiyan
Skimmin' through the bands, Goddamn, how you do it, damn?
Ruger boy, rollin' through the hood, I'm the Rugerman
Claim you gangsta, uh, you's a wanksta
Nah, paper chaser, uh, you can't be slime
You's a prankster, nah, paper chaser, uh
You can't be slime, uh, you's a prankster, like
I don't like you, you don't like me
You won't fight me, in my white tee
The song "Like.Me" by J. robb is a trap track that begins with the provocative line "Hey Cris, f*** you!" which sets the tone for the song's aggressive and boastful lyrics. The main theme of the song is the artist's confidence in himself and his accomplishments as he brags about his success and his ability to attract women. He describes his preference for designer brands such as Nike and mentions his lavish spending on a spaceship and a Mercedes car. The chorus emphasizes his belief that he is unbeatable and untouchable because he is powerful, icy, and has a gun.
Throughout the song, J. robb uses a variety of language techniques such as metaphors, similes, and allusions to convey his message. He references Aaliyah and Basquiat as symbols of individuality and creativity, and also mentions the character Gary Oak from the Pokémon series as a representation of his athletic abilities. The lines "I press a nigga like a bad pill/Kill you off an ad-lib" demonstrates his clever wordplay.
Overall, "Like.Me" is a bold and confident song that reflects the artist's swagger and bravado. It showcases J. robb's talent for intricate wordplay and his ability to create catchy trap beats.
Line by Line Meaning
Hey Cris, fuck you!
Insult directed towards Cris
Femto! (woo)
Exclamation
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Exclamation
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (yuh dig, yuh dig, yuh dig)
Exclamation
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (yuh dig, yuh dig, dig)
Exclamation
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (hah)
Exclamation
Okay
Acknowledgement
I don't like you, you don't like me
Mutual dislike between two people
You won't fight me, in my white tee (yuh)
Challenging someone to physical fight
She say, "Pipe me, he so icy"
Referring to sexual activity
Fuck my sidepiece, in my Nike
Engaging in infidelity while wearing Nike brand clothing
Mountain Dew never look clear
Mountain Dew soda always appears cloudy
Put a six in here, got my red bitch ridin' on a Lear
Adding a drug to a drink and enjoying the company of a woman on a Learjet plane
She one in a million like Aaliyah
Comparing someone to the late R&B artist Aaliyah
With a blue lace wig, like the bitch bang Crip out here
Describing someone's appearance with a specific hair accessory and implying gang affiliation
And I got a gun blazin' fit tailor
Owns a custom-made outfit while also carrying a firearm
Fifteen thousand, and I spent it all on a spaceship
Spent an excessive amount of money on something absurd like a spaceship
And I got yo' lil' ass baby, ridin' a Mercedes
Having someone's child ride in a luxury car
And I tell that hoe everyday shit
Confidently speaking to someone with derogatory language
What's yo' flavor? Flavor savoir
Asking someone what they prefer and referring to oneself as a flavor expert
Homegirl blasian, initiation
Referring to a female of both black and Asian ethnicity and implying that one's sexual advances toward her is a rite of passage
Let you ride it like a Harley Davidson
Allowing someone to experience something with great intensity
Young Basquiat paint a face of some
Comparing oneself to the late artist Jean-Michel Basquiat and suggesting artistic ability
You tell that bitch home that you layin' up
Instructing someone to inform another person that they are spending intimate time together
Gary Oak when I'm jumpin' out a gym
Referencing the character Gary Oak from the Pokemon franchise as inspiration for physical fitness
Made a movie, made a film
Produced something creative, possibly in the field of entertainment
Yeah, I glowed up, but this is not a drill
Referring to personal growth but emphasizing its authenticity
I press a nigga like a bad pill
Exerting pressure on someone, potentially harmful
Kill you off a ad-lib
Suggesting that an improvised addition to a performance could be deadly
Really lived all them stories that you tell
Implying that one has experienced everything they sing or rap about
Like stop, drop and roll
Referencing a fire safety technique
Got a Glock wit' a pole
Possessing a gun
Have you ever seen a stripper shakin' (?) out her clothes
Asking a rhetorical question about a stripper's dance moves
Got a swiss cheese TEC, find a rat, Whac-A-Mole
Having a gun with many perforations and suggesting violence against someone who crosses them
And I'm runnin' out of breath, need to smokin' poles like
Losing energy and needing a burst of adrenaline
Pure black in my veins, bitch, I'm not sane
Using a metaphor to describe a disturbed state of mind
Smokin' on pure gas, bitch, octane
Smoking a highly potent strain of marijuana
A little devil from the mud wit' a rotten age
Describing oneself as a bad influence or having a negative past
Rollin' up, rotten scene now outplayed
Rolling a joint or blunt while referring to the end of something that was previously exciting/interesting
I was trappin' out-back Lil' Zay wit' a sack
Selling drugs with someone named Lil' Zay
Got him grippin' on his teeth, pure steel, that's a Gat'
Describing a friend holding onto their gun tightly
If we really talkin' facts, I'm the best, that's that
Asserting that one is the best at something
Never played no chess
Implied lack of interest or knowledge in chess
Only playin' wit' address, I'm the Bogeyman
Teasing or taunting people about where they live while comparing oneself to a popular horror character
Creepin' through yo' bitch bed sheets and you knew her, man
Boasting about having sexual relations with someone else's partner
Blind hit a bitch suckin' dick, goin' Super Saiyan
Having intense sexual encounters while referencing a popular anime character's transformation
Skimmin' through the bands, Goddamn, how you do it, damn?
Flaunting financial success and questioning how someone was able to achieve wealth
Ruger boy, rollin' through the hood, I'm the Rugerman
Claiming ownership of a gun and implying intimidation towards others
Claim you gangsta, uh, you's a wanksta
Refuting someone's claim of being tough
Nah, paper chaser, uh, you can't be slime
Calling someone a money-driven hustler and denying their status as part of a popular group
You's a prankster, nah, paper chaser, uh
Contradicting previous statement and referring to someone as a jokester instead of a serious hustler
You can't be slime, uh, you's a prankster, like
Further denying someone's status as part of a popular group and continuing to introduce doubt about their authenticity
I don't like you, you don't like me
Repeating the mutual dislike between two people
You won't fight me, in my white tee (yuh)
Repeating the challenge to physical fight
She say, "Pipe me, he so icy" (yuh, ayy, yuh)
Repeating the sexual reference
Fuck my sidepiece, in my Nike
Repeating the act of infidelity while wearing Nike brand clothing
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Richard O'Neil Burrell, Isaiah Rivera
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