Dead (feat. Riskee & The Ridicule) Video (MV)

Where's that confidence from?
Acting like you're a don
Who's telling man you can spit?
Just hang up the mic and quit
You're Dead
Laughing stock around town
People think you're clown
Nothing more than a stunt
Up there put on a front
You're Dead
Can you handle the stress?
Will stand there puff out your chest?
Or left with egg on your face
While you stink out the place
You're Dead
This constant feeling of dread
You made it now go lie in your bed
Expecting people to vibe what you said
You can't even silence the voice in your head
You're Dead man
Just ask the voices in your head and
You'll get your flowers when your dead fam
Embed the dread and watch it spread man
Because you're dead man, you're dead man, you're dead
Dead and pretend I'm alive But in my mind I'm terrified I hold it inside
I'm living a lie, do I fight
Or fly or cover my eyes and hide?
Away from the lights I'm blind
My spirit needs lifting I'm lifting the spirits
Swimming in whisky, Sink into the drink to stop me from thinking, I think
Hitting the spliff I drift
Sniff on a line to wake up the mind
Help me unwind be like my idols I
Can't be idle why do I
Keep hunting the dream, live a nightmare?
I'm f*cking up does anyone care?
I Suck it up but I'm coming undone
The come down is coming before I've come up
You're Dead man
Just ask the voices in your head and
You'll get your flowers when your dead fam
Embed the dread and watch it spread man
Because you're dead man, you're dead man, you're dead
Dead
You'll get your flowers when you're Dead
You're dead, you're dead, you're dead
Wakey Wakey
Stella for breakfast? I don't mind if I do
Geez, face on it love what's up with you? It ain't like it's special brew
Oh what! I'm in rehab, how was I supposed to know?
I been on a decade long bender fuelled by booze smoke and blow
So this is what it feels like when the merry go round stops
The funfair disappears all I see is tower blocks and shops
Surprise mother f*cker, yeah I died a few times
But you know cats like me piss away our 9 lives
But I am just the ghost of your imaginary friends
You bring me to life I'm drop dead Fred
And I am just the ghost of the invisible man
I'm John Cena's shadow I'm the Taliban
My GCSE's were ACAB's I bled
When they held down my legs and put a knee to my head
I don't wanna sound rude or crude at all but someone's taken a shit in the cocaine cubicle
Animals, the soulless robotic radicals
I know what makes them tick they're all mechanical
I'm an urban myth, wordsmith with syllables
I'm a dead man you're a dead man but I'll still kill them all