Yo yo yo yo
Bru-C
Some advice fi dem
Hahahaha
And it’s, and it’s
First of all if you don’t like me suck your mudda
Don’t try spud man when you see man
Keep it real you ain’t my brudda
Every time I drop a lyric I see half these MC’s shudder
Got the ravers jumping, tell security to run for cover
You’re another ‘shoulda woulda coulda’ type of motherfucker
Trying to talk your utter trash and every time I hear you stutter
Leave your toast without the butter
Watch me beat him black and yellow, purple, green and red and blue
Now he’s got every type of colour
Let me flip it like an acrobatic
Every time I rap I smash it
Haters see me as a bastard
Ladies think I’m charismatic
Got cheese like Wallace & Gromit
Bought your girl a gin and tonic
Funny how this music is my life and now I’m living off it
Turn it round and smack the batty
Ride it like a Kawasaki
You don’t get no pussy cause you’re ugly
You just yam the batty
Skankin’ when I see the speaker
Round and round like cheesy pizza
Got these MC’s pulling out inhalers, I don’t need a breather
Okay maybe I just need a second
Then I’m coming back and shooting up the place without a weapon
Man know that I’m from UK because I rep without a question
I make vids look like Ibiza but I’m shooting them in Devon
What’d you reckon?
Let me come and teach these paigons here a lesson
Don’t try and overdo the raving it’ll leave your head wrecking
Better get up in the gym and grab the weights and start the repping
Walk in feeling like a pussy and walk out like Jack from Tekken
Hold tight the mandem raving a lot
Make sure you stack dem papers a lot
Don’t go splashing all the wages you got
End up broke like mate you’re a flop
Some man buy new trainers a lot
Friday night bare flavours Ciroc
It’s cool to go out with your mates that you’ve got
But make sure on a rainy day you’re on top
Hold tight the mandem grafting and dat
Wake up, move it, back to the trap
Nobody wants to be brassic and that
Looking all scruffy, gyal laughing and that
Anyone can win, it’s an actual fact
Practice, practice, master the craft
Man told me I couldn’t actually rap
Now I travel round the world just rapping for cash
Like let me go in
B-R-U, I put the work in
Riding the wave like man are surfing
Man a murk him, murked him and I hurt him
Let me go on
B-R-U, man I know I’m a don
N-G crew, don’t rep Don don
It’s Nottingham city, man what’s going on?
Let me go true
Man have got links to Irn-Bru
Bars get cold like minus two
Bars get hot like irons do
Let me go sick
B-R-U, I’m the wickedest kid
Hit an MC with a mighty duh duh duh mighty duh duh duh flying kick
I’m not done
He said, she said, we’re like what?
He said she said we like drums
Are mans dumb?
Lick up a man like vodka and rum
These man go to the gym can’t lift, do 21 reps and Romeo Dunn
I’m not finished
Raving without drum and bass is like Popeye without no spinach
Are man kidding?
Lick up a man like beer and spirit
Only got one life to live so you can watch me go and live it
First of all if you don’t like me suck your mudda
Don’t try spud man when you see man
Keep it real you ain’t my brudda
Every time I drop a lyric I see half these MC’s shudder
Got the ravers jumping, tell security to run for cover
You’re another ‘shoulda woulda coulda’ type of motherfucker
Trying to talk your utter trash and every time I hear you stutter
Leave your toast without the butter
Watch me beat him black and yellow, purple, green and red and blue
Now he’s got every type of colour