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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Bru-C

Some advice for them

Hahahaha

And it's, and it's

First of all, if you don't like me suck your motha'

Don't try spud man when you see man

Keep it real you ain't my brotha'

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 and 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 paganns 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 them 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 that

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 (anyone)

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 (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 (trust me)

First of all, if you don't like me suck your motha'

Don't try spud man when you see man

Keep it real you ain't my brotha'

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

And it's Bru-C

Ah

Nice, mates