Lyrics Brand New You're Retro - Tricky, Martina Topley-Bird

Brand New You're Retro

We know, yes we know
It’s my ego on fantastic.
But still, you’re fuckin’with my plastic
Dedicated, medicated,
They bend and break me Overrate me I take a small piece and make it breathe
It takes a second for a record sucka niggas won’t believe
They stress me, test me, vex me So what, you got a gun?
That shit don’t impress me Yes yes you always walks with the crew
You’d better back the fuck up 'cause you’re not alone
You’re a motherfucker 'cause you’re not alone
If you don’t think i’m a brother, then check my chromosome
Brand new, you’re retro
I already passed you on a one-two
I’ve been cued to this already
Bullet to the head.
Bullet to the head, what you know I’s joking?
What the fuck are you doin'?
You come to represent my attention?
You need more than a mic and a mention.
Through the scars you see bars
Through the bars you see scars results of my rage.
Brand new, you’re retro.
(x3)
Martina:
Scared to skip and step in case you trip and fall
Thunder picks you up, slaps you on the wall
That’s maniacal, I cuff through my manocle
Mechanical and super-natty
Love is not talk, I walk on by Exotic spices
If your mouth can’t tame the meaning
Be careful of the faces you’re seeing
A dread of the past and fear of the future
That’s maniacal, I cuff through my manocle
Mechanical and super-natty
Tricky:
Brand new, you’re retro X3
Brand new, you’re retro X3
Bullet to the head, what you know I’s joking?
What the fuck are you doin'?
You come to represent my attention?
You need more than a mic and a mention.
Through the scars you see bars
Through the bars you see scars results of my rage.
Brand new, you’re retro.
(x3)
Brand new, you’re retro.
(x3)
Brand new, you’re retro.
(x3)
Brand new, you’re retro.
(x3)