Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Body Part 2+3, artist - Little Simz. Date of issue: 22.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dead Body Part 2+3 |
| Do you wanna see a dead body? |
| Probably not |
| Real dark in a cemetery where the souls lie |
| Thought that I was finished, I kill it with no eyes |
| Know that I’m the one, don’t be foolish and don’t be dumb |
| I ain’t gonna wish you a murder, this shit for fun |
| Stormz, chat to 'em quick, this ain’t what they want, nah |
| 20 man deep, me and Simz in the Jeep |
| Yeah it’s peak on the streets when I get squaddy |
| I do dirt with a smile on my face |
| Look I ain’t never said sorry |
| Niggas want a problem, I am the problem |
| Fuck clip, peak when I get donny |
| Kill an MC then I roll to the scene on a greaze with my G’s |
| And I piss on the dead body |
| You say «wah wah gwan» little bat shit |
| Now I’m in a brand new car with an actress |
| Niggas say I drive too fast, it’s a madness |
| And I’m going way too hard with this rap shit |
| And I’m going way too hard in the scene |
| Might just spin an MC 'til he back flips |
| Fuck with the future, I am the shooter |
| Jump in my Uber, take me to Gatwick |
| I can’t say no more |
| Had enough of this shit, can’t take no more, yeah |
| And if I ever break, I fall |
| Simz, just promise me you’ll save them all |
| Yo Simz, kill these fuckin' niggas man, fuck’s sake |
| I just might sell my soul |
| Cause I don’t feel like I’m a part of the world no more |
| Will anybody miss me when I’m gone? |
| Will anybody miss me? |
| One body, two body, three body, four |
| Mind’s right, body’s right, sippin' a bottle of somethin' |
| That was my first body |
| PP Palace Pavilion, SM57 duppy civilians |
| SM58s and Sennheisers, no survivors, nobody’s innocent |
| Sent for your highness, coming to kill again |
| I got the fire, better do diligence |
| Weapon of choice |
| You can’t test the levs, we got twelve .10's |
| And we might test the prez, we got sets to rep |
| We don’t beg no friend, we might stomp you bad |
| We got Crep Protect |
| We just vex for them, we might send for them |
| Say they’re old school but we don’t 'member them |
| We don’t recollect, we just cheque collect |
| Chapter one, verse two, the street testament, nigga |
| Walk and live, talk and bumbaclart dead |
| Don’t talk to bumbaclart feds |
| Don’t be in the street for bumbaclart cred |
| Just be in the street for bumbaclart bread |
| Hard dough, nigga go hard though |
| Pour some wine out when your soldiers far though |
| Better mind out for the snakes in smart clothes |
| Jakes and Marlos, nigga |
| Five body, six body, seven body more |
| True body, nobody, they don’t want a war |
| Rain nobody for the boy |
| Missin', Where’s Wally for the boy |
| Tom Sully on a nigga |
| Duppy in jewelleries and hoodies |
| Simz ridin' with me til the end of this movie |
| No sing alongs, rodents, no comment |
| Joint enterprise, everybody’s gettin' M’s |
| Clip renegades and nobody’s gettin' M’d |
| We’re just gettin paper, nobody’s gettin' penned |
| Well, my nigga GH just came up out the pen |
| And I brought him on tour |
| And he caught another body for me, nigga |
| Head top a nigga, rah rah |
| I’m the Lord of the Mic, if you’re the lord of the manor |
| I can get you Ned Starked |
| Full clip loaded with bars, I’m a marksman |
| Do you wanna see a dead boy? |
| Oh no, shit, the last thing I want is for people to be scared of me |
| Come close, I don’t wanna hurt you, I just wanna feel… |
| Paranoia thoughts, everything distorts |
| Why you ever sure, in the midst of a murder scene, I end up a corpse |
| You endorse whatever they feed to you |
| And of course your support will only deceive people |
| When it’s forced you believe whatever you read’s coming from a source |
| I’m ashamed you didn’t know better, in fact I’m appalled |
| Can you blame the innocent, ever only when they’re fooled |
| I’m rambling, I was challenging, maybe I’m going skitzo again |
| I’m panicking, scrambling for pennies for your thoughts |
| I adore no colour other than black, give me more |
| Don’t you ever try and step to me or raise your tone of voice |
| If you ever get me mad I’ll put and end to all your noise |
| If you wanna be a target I happily will destroy you |
| Whatever you thought you was and believe me I will enjoy it |
| They haven’t gave me my crown and I’m really getting annoyed |
| Put him in a coffin, we can get him poppin' |
| I should go ahead, but I’ma give you a choice |
| This grown Simba is not fuckin' with little boys, I’m a king |
| Tell me any different, tell me that I’m kidding |
| Why they wanna tell me lies? |
| Tell 'em that I’ll never listen |
| You shouldn’t have told me to tell you the chosen one has risen |
| Tell 'em, tell 'em (I'm a fuckin' beast) |
| Tell 'em I’m a beast, tell 'em I believe in everything I stand for |
| Tell 'em I’m a G, tell 'em I’ma be here |
| My soul is never to leave, never will I sell my soul |
| (Do you wanna see a dead body?) |
| Dim the lights, yeah |
| (Do you wanna see a dead body?) |
| What the fuck is city life? |
| Yeah |
| I just might sell my soul |
| Would you buy it? |
| Yeah |
| Would you buy it? |
| Yeah |
| I’ll bring it to the source |
| I’ve been tryna let it be organic, never forced |
| Steady killin' it and I’ll never show remorse |
| Zonin' to the realest shit and channelling my thoughts |
| Recording my album in a month while on a tour |
| Just give me my credit where it’s due, don’t need applause |
| Don’t bother yourself with giving me a nomination |
| If you’re not gonna be honest when you’re dashing out awards |
| Make your bed and lay in it, you’re sleepin' on the floor |
| They be sleeping on me heavy |
| «Dead Body» had so many positive subliminals |
| But you will never see that shit on telly |
| Guess it’s the game though |
| Maybe I don’t wanna be a part of it |
| And maybe what I make ain’t user-friendly |
| But it’s okay to show the shit that’s only dumbing niggas down |
| And give it to the kids like it’s impressive |
| I don’t understand it, maybe it’s the reason I’m not from this planet |
| Maybe it’s the reason I appeared and everybody vanished |
| Maybe it’s the season, fuckin' up the way you manage |
| Live an ordinary life, I feel it’s hard to keep the balance, pray for me |
| Once my soul was tainted, ain’t no saving me |
| Takin' hella risks yet they don’t commend my bravery |
| But fuck it, I don’t fuckin' need it |
| Try and steal it from the rich and give it to the needy |
| Always sharing what I have, Simz is never greedy |
| Might just dip and go to Africa, you’ll never see me |
| Don’t take me for granted while I’m here now |
| I must be the one they all fear now, fear now |
| Dim the lights, yeah |
| (Do you wanna see a dead body?) |
| What the fuck is city life? |
| Yeah |
| I just might sell my soul |
| (Do you wanna see a dead body?) |
| Would you buy it? |
| Yeah |
| (Do you wanna see a dead body?) |