Jme – Dem Man Are Dead Lyrics (feat. Big Zuu)

[Chorus]
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead

[Verse 1: Jme]
You’re tryna find out the price of cheese
I’m looking for the rice and peas
Representing Wiley’s scene
Yeah, I’m a f**king grime MC
Nah blud, you can’t ride with me
You can’t factory buy these seats
Tried to warn a bro ’bout the climb but he crossed the Atlantic to Island see
Plus I multiply my P’s
Subtract and divide your P’s
Call this the Jme rhyming scheme
Finesse this flow on time like me?
No, you’ll need a diving team
Some deep sea hide and seek
Make you walk the plank and die at sea
Make you walk the plank and die

[Chorus]
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead

[Verse 2: Jme]
You washed MC’s are still a bit moist
Spin-dry cycle imminent, oi
My immune system is sick of this noise
B12, my vitamin choice
Let me use my inquisitve voice
When you said bullets, did you mean points when your bredrin’s billing intervene boy
Some next type of weed you put in them joints
Fam look at these boys
Smoking spice and a little bok choy
Move from me before I kick you in the groin
You make music a little off point
We make music you can enjoy
We make movements in a convoy
Make you walk the plank and kick you off boy
Make you walk the plank and (dead)

[Chorus]
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead

[Verse 3: Big Zuu]
Them man are dead with no revival
Only resurrections if they own a Bible
Them man are dead fam they know the title
Bars go over heads like float in highball
Top bins on the goals I’m scoring, went from bet ya boring to country touring
Them man are rotting in below the flooring
See I’m going to the top, you can see I’m soaring
Them man are dead, dead tings they’re drawing
Not me fam my ting will leave you drooling
Teach yutes when they need a schooling
I’m a leader so man are used to ruling
I make moves while you snooze your cooling
Me I kill raves you’re tryna bring the tool in
Man are not bad it’s not Zuu you’re fooling
Gangs are just gassed they abuse the fuelling

[Chorus]
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead
Them man are dead

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