Dead You - Bru-C, TSUKI

(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)