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

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)