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Back From The Dead
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Rap
Back From The Dead was released on June 5, 2026 by XV Records / Lizzy Records as a part of the album ADMD (All Dorks Must Die)
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Release DateJune 5, 2026
LabelXV Records / Lizzy Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scorcher
Scorcher
Vocals
Chip
Chip
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scorcher
Scorcher
Composer
Chip
Chip
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
daveyoh_
daveyoh_
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Know what I'm sayin' bro?
I'm back from the dead
Fuckin' monster
Know that
[Verse 1]
The way I came back was a mad ting
I don't know which one that I'm better at, rap or the acting
I dare man call man a has-been
Like they ain't had Scorch on their flat-screen
I ain't ever done no lesson for the acting
Straight off the kerb, man stepped in and smacked it
I ain't like them man perfecting their angles
Doing anything for a cheque when it's dangled
Integrity, they can't send for me
A breakup with a bird ain't the end for me
Them man spit like NYC
My ting's British, like Tetley tea
I'm so North with it, so 9 with it
They ain't fucking with me, and I'm fine with it
I don't get stuck when I write lyrics
I come up with this in like five minutes
I come up off scuffing and knife lyrics
Fucking up bruddas with my killys
Weighing up suttin on my digis
Man ringing up like, "Slide with me"
Put your hand on who? Try and see
Mistakes gonna cost you, but dying's free
I don't know you like that, don't Tayó me
I come back from the dead like Dirty Den
Twenty years straight, had a certi pen
My angles still move work again
If rappers ain't real, I don't work with them
Them man are babies, I should nurture them
Do a little throwaway verse for them
My killy here, Chip, woulda murdered them
But I ain't tryna get a next bird again
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I told Scorcher, "I like this one"
No pen ting, I ain't gotta write this one
Pree a man tweeting, typing nuff
Got no motion, find him some
Better zip it about
Nobody cares what you're spitting about
Touch mic killin' but I'm living about
Weighing this brick, but I'm giving it out
Yeah, twenty-eight G's on the scale, I'm high
Twenty-eight G's in cash from Grime
Your crew weren't built off love, so it died
Me, I love when a man switch sides
Switch sides, pick sides and stick sides
All this switching sides, it's half-time
Ever been dissed, thinking, "Who's this guy?"
And nobody cares 'bout Platinum, Silver and Gold
But I been Platinum, Silver and Gold
Murder a pussy, and I did it with—
Murder a pussy, and I did it with flows
This ain't podcasting, I am not talking
This is bloodclartin', this is bomborarsin'
Essex dog, how I'm back and Barking
I was in the middle when the slapping started
Now everyone knows I'm no fucking target
I'm a fucking artist, like, fuck these artists
I pop up and show out when capping's startin'
I'm a household name, not just 'cause of Grime
Couldn't pen this way, not for your life
Top three barrers, I'm top on the—
Top three barrers, I'm top on the right
Chippy
Written by: Chip, Scorcher
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