© 2026 Martin Eaton. All rights reserved. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of these lyrics and the associated composition is prohibited without written permission. [LYRICS START] B-b-Big Ras Dee! "Brum Dappah" I ntro (spoken) Man love telling stories. I love telling truth. Verse 1 Three stripes on the sleeve, that’s humble but neat, Not rich, just patterned, still proper on feet. Tile Hill breathing, cold air in the chest, Man learn early, you can’t chat your way to respect. Unc on a Stella, talking like he ran the whole age, I let him perform, I don’t heckle the stage. Cos the past is a comfort when the present feels peak, But don’t turn your “used to” into all you can speak. I seen man swear “I was that”, like the world owes a clap, Same man can’t look at himself without a joke in the gap. So I keep it light, with a sting in the laugh, Cos truth lands best when it’s dressed like banter and graft. Hook Three stripes, two truths, one rule: keep it honest, You can’t live off yesterday, you’ll end up skint on it. Man talk glory like it pays their rent, I talk now, cos now’s where the weight gets spent. Three stripes, two truths, no hype, no front, If you’re real, you’re real, you don’t need a stunt. I move calm, I don’t beg no approval, Big Ras Dee, I’m grown, that’s the whole manoeuvre. Verse 2 Man say “back then” like it’s currency, But memories don’t cover the month, trust me. I’m not rude, I’m just straight with it, bruv, Some man’s “confidence” is just loud grief in a puff. I keep Cadbury sweet for the little ones round me, But my words stay bitter when the truth tries to drown me. Lucozade sip, just to keep my head steady, Cos life comes quick and it don’t ask if you’re ready. Windrush blood in the rhythm of the roads that raised us, NHS hands held families together when it got dangerous. So I don’t mock struggle, I mock the costume, Man wearing pain like drip, then wondering why it consumes. And if I joke, it’s care with a sharp edge, Like “safe, my guy” but you still need to step sensible. Cos pride is a liar with a friendly tone, It’ll gas you up then leave you on your own. Hook Three stripes, two truths, one rule: keep it honest, You can’t live off yesterday, you’ll end up skint on it. Man talk glory like it pays their rent, I talk now, cos now’s where the weight gets spent. Three stripes, two truths, no hype, no front, If you’re real, you’re real, you don’t need a stunt. I move calm, I don’t beg no approval, Big Ras Dee, I’m grown, that’s the whole manoeuvre. Bridge (spoken) Some man mistake noise for name. I’d rather be known by who I help. Verse 3 Cov to Brum, same jokes, different accents, Same old lessons in new little fragments. Man want to be legend off one mad weekend, I want to be steady when the ground starts bending. So I watch my mouth, cos words are receipts, And your future self reads everything you speak. I’m streetwise, not soulless, I still love my people, Just don’t ask me to clap for the same old sequel. If you’re stuck in “remember when”, I’ll meet you halfway, But don’t drag me backwards then call it “the good days”. I’ll raise a glass to your wins and your pain, Then I’ll step out the door and go build again. Final Hook Three stripes, two truths, one heart, one aim, Stay decent in the mess, don’t get drunk on your name. Man chase status like it cures their stress, I chase peace and a laugh and a life that I can respect. Outro (spoken) Don’t live in the story. Live in the standards. [LYRICS END]
