Dead Body Part 2+3 - Little Simz, Stormzy, Kano

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?)