Lyrics Dead You - Bru-C, TSUKI

Dead You

(Yeah
What we tell them)
I’m so sick, mandem say get well soon
Grease up every track, coming like RedTube
You ain’t family, why should I bread you
If I want to chat then I will bell you
My girl lied, she never met Bru
Don’t always believe what them a tell you
Half these emcees need wetsuits
Come 'tru, pick up the mic, dead you
I’ll dead you
On the mic and I’ll dead you
Not a big man, you’re a dead yute
Piss me off and I’ll dead you
(You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you)
Not a big man, you’r a dead yute
Piss me off and I’ll dad you
(You)
(Not a big man, you’re a dead yute
Piss me off and I’ll dead you)
(You)
(Not a big man, you’re a dead yute
Piss me off and I’ll dead you)
(You)
(Not a big man, you’re a dead yute
Piss me off and I’ll dead you)
(You)
(I'll dead you
On the mic and I’ll dead you
Not a big man, you’re a dead yute
Piss me off and I’ll dead you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m not an emcee, man are matching
From day one I’ve been into the clashing
Speaking truth, I ain’t into the gassing
Bring your whole team, I’ll swing for the captain
I’m splashing, goose on a rider, yeah man are splashing
Pure energy, dem boy there are lacking
Spit two bars man there be like jacking
Skanking, man are moving, man are skanking
I ain’t ramping or galivanting
Get in the 'studes and I’ll put on an anthem
Flow’s everlasting, live in a movie, no I ain’t casting
If you wanna try war with me, see an emcee fly like a javelin
Might see an emcee fly out the room
Might see a DJ fly out the room
You don’t want a war with me
Yo Selecta, pull up the tune
Might see an emcee fly out the room
Might see a DJ fly out the room
You don’t want a war with me
Yo Selecta, pull up the tune
(Tune)
(You don’t want a war with me
Yo Selecta, pull up the tune)
(Tune)
(You don’t want a war with me
Yo Selecta, pull up the tune)
(Tune)
(You don’t want a war with me
Yo Selecta, pull up the tune)
(Tune)
(You don’t want a war with me
Yo Selecta, pull up the tune)