"Lift Up The Tune" lyrics
Roll Deep inna di place, you know (Tell yuh)
Wah?
Badman ah step inna di room (How ya mean?)
On sight ting, nah tell me 'bout soon (Right now, not after)
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon (Head gone)
DJ, lif' up the badman tune (Selecta)
Badman ah step inna di room (Step up, dem dead)
On sight ting, nah tell me 'bout soon (On sight, on sight)
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon (Head gone)
DJ, lif' up the badman tune (Selecta), wah?
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Step inna di room
Nah tell me 'bout soon
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the badman tune
Rude, lif' up the tune
Stick up the room like Slimm Calhoun
Boom, burst your balloon
Two sticks like Sammy but no cartoon
[?], real gun saloon
Wanna see a plum turn prune
Move, soon, soon gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the tune
Blaow, on a cowboy ting
Pow!, on a soundboy ting
Never on a loud boy ting
Badman pull up on a now boy ting
Crack it, full it
Jack it, pull it
Shooter, Gullit
Big .45, bullet
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Step inna di room
Nah tell me 'bout soon
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the badman tune
Big money sound then tune fi get lif'
Dem bwoy, dem nah know 'bout no gunman shift
Any violation, your soul will get lif'
Yeah, I'm hot like lava, still I'm the coldest
Real soundman, dem bwoy fi know dis
Dem bwoy fi notice
Big .45, I hope they like this
Bare darkness, no form of niceness, no-no, no-no
No-no, no-no, ah so di back sound
You'll get a mad round, you nah no backbone
Man lef' fi dead inna di bloodclaat background
Mi shot crack bone, mi get mad now
That's how mi ready fi go kill him in a clash now
I was on the pavement way before mash town
And it was life or death when I saw babylon
I couldn't afford to get pat down
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Step inna di room
Nah tell me 'bout soon
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the badman tune
Yo, big up who fi big up
When I touch down, riddim ah get lif' up
When I'm onstage, dance ah get lit up
When I roll deep, bring Zed and skip up
Ah nah nuttin' like them, we differ
And now the team's back up like a sitter
Nothing ain't free, we need a big figure
Big up all the gyal dem with the big–
Yo, best of the best
Man roll deep, man rep for the set
Man are OG, man set for the next
How many years we're crème de la crème?
Dem man are wicked? Oh, we never knew
Us man been killing it with every tune
Feel the energy when we step inna di room
Spuds, hugs and salutes, you
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Step inna di room
Nah tell me 'bout soon
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the badman tune
Yeah, skank out, lif' up your feet
Ye-ye-ye-ye, lif' up the beat
New Roll Deep, got that shit on repeat
Roach and Riks, Scratchy's about, it's peak
Man better watch what they post and tweet
Gunshot beat
That's what happens when two dons meet, talk is cheap
Never know when I'm gonna creep
So you thought you were Pistol Pete 'til it went Pete Tong
Lost everything, now everything's gone
I read it right, you got wronged
You got bumped, you got conned
Thought you were Neeson, thought you were Bond
Yeah, I smoke Cali and I train cali
So you know what I'm on
My muscle-ups strong, my levers strong
Lif' up the track, lif' up the song
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Step inna di room
Nah tell me 'bout soon
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the badman tune
I'm an Eastender, council estate
Rudeboy, Roll Deep, shot inna face
Two gold teet' anytime I bop inna place
Don't approach me unless you got a gun inna waist
'Cause the man dem know I lif' up the tune
If I have to, I'll lif' up a yout same way
Look, there's still shells in the case
[?] there's still girls in the rave
We're there, we lif' up the tune when I'm 'ere
All you need is our tunes and a beer
We played "When I'm 'Ere" in Spain
And we ain't even in third gear
Àṣẹ, other crews ain't nowhere near
They won't come through 'cause they know we're there
They only act bad 'cah we're not there
'Cause they know that we lif' up the tune anywhere
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Step inna di room
Nah tell me 'bout soon
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the badman tune
Wah?
Badman ah step inna di room (How ya mean?)
On sight ting, nah tell me 'bout soon (Right now, not after)
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon (Head gone)
DJ, lif' up the badman tune (Selecta)
Badman ah step inna di room (Step up, dem dead)
On sight ting, nah tell me 'bout soon (On sight, on sight)
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon (Head gone)
DJ, lif' up the badman tune (Selecta), wah?
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Step inna di room
Nah tell me 'bout soon
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the badman tune
Rude, lif' up the tune
Stick up the room like Slimm Calhoun
Boom, burst your balloon
Two sticks like Sammy but no cartoon
[?], real gun saloon
Wanna see a plum turn prune
Move, soon, soon gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the tune
Blaow, on a cowboy ting
Pow!, on a soundboy ting
Never on a loud boy ting
Badman pull up on a now boy ting
Crack it, full it
Jack it, pull it
Shooter, Gullit
Big .45, bullet
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Step inna di room
Nah tell me 'bout soon
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the badman tune
Big money sound then tune fi get lif'
Dem bwoy, dem nah know 'bout no gunman shift
Any violation, your soul will get lif'
Yeah, I'm hot like lava, still I'm the coldest
Real soundman, dem bwoy fi know dis
Dem bwoy fi notice
Big .45, I hope they like this
Bare darkness, no form of niceness, no-no, no-no
No-no, no-no, ah so di back sound
You'll get a mad round, you nah no backbone
Man lef' fi dead inna di bloodclaat background
Mi shot crack bone, mi get mad now
That's how mi ready fi go kill him in a clash now
I was on the pavement way before mash town
And it was life or death when I saw babylon
I couldn't afford to get pat down
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Step inna di room
Nah tell me 'bout soon
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the badman tune
Yo, big up who fi big up
When I touch down, riddim ah get lif' up
When I'm onstage, dance ah get lit up
When I roll deep, bring Zed and skip up
Ah nah nuttin' like them, we differ
And now the team's back up like a sitter
Nothing ain't free, we need a big figure
Big up all the gyal dem with the big–
Yo, best of the best
Man roll deep, man rep for the set
Man are OG, man set for the next
How many years we're crème de la crème?
Dem man are wicked? Oh, we never knew
Us man been killing it with every tune
Feel the energy when we step inna di room
Spuds, hugs and salutes, you
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Step inna di room
Nah tell me 'bout soon
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the badman tune
Yeah, skank out, lif' up your feet
Ye-ye-ye-ye, lif' up the beat
New Roll Deep, got that shit on repeat
Roach and Riks, Scratchy's about, it's peak
Man better watch what they post and tweet
Gunshot beat
That's what happens when two dons meet, talk is cheap
Never know when I'm gonna creep
So you thought you were Pistol Pete 'til it went Pete Tong
Lost everything, now everything's gone
I read it right, you got wronged
You got bumped, you got conned
Thought you were Neeson, thought you were Bond
Yeah, I smoke Cali and I train cali
So you know what I'm on
My muscle-ups strong, my levers strong
Lif' up the track, lif' up the song
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Step inna di room
Nah tell me 'bout soon
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the badman tune
I'm an Eastender, council estate
Rudeboy, Roll Deep, shot inna face
Two gold teet' anytime I bop inna place
Don't approach me unless you got a gun inna waist
'Cause the man dem know I lif' up the tune
If I have to, I'll lif' up a yout same way
Look, there's still shells in the case
[?] there's still girls in the rave
We're there, we lif' up the tune when I'm 'ere
All you need is our tunes and a beer
We played "When I'm 'Ere" in Spain
And we ain't even in third gear
Àṣẹ, other crews ain't nowhere near
They won't come through 'cause they know we're there
They only act bad 'cah we're not there
'Cause they know that we lif' up the tune anywhere
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Lif' up di badman tune
DJ, lif' up di badman tune
Step inna di room
Nah tell me 'bout soon
Mad sick, mi head gone ah moon
DJ, lif' up the badman tune
