Burnt
Lindo P., Kardinal Offishall
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(Hello?) Hey yo! Ladies and gentlemen ha ha ha! Welcome to the team wit the mighty Black Jays yeah! All di wicked heart dem, who a dat we a know! Burn dem up man, what happen to di lighter? Yo blaze dem up burn dem up man! Yeah yo Kardinal! Heh Ya need summa, Black Jays! Ha ha! Yo! Come here suh, mek a likkle way Here comes the fireman and mi no play Sounds get a likkle parasitical from the verses that I spray Remember I don't play and I don't take no disrespect in any way Gangsta, I hear dem likkle punks I see the crooked way you like to walk But Jah-Jah has a better understanding of the way I like to move Ain't got nothing to prove and I am not wasting a second checkin' you Punk, the speakers in the trunk The bass is overloaded feel the tump The highs are sounding high-high super high Watch a di man dem kiss the sky Everyting ah everyting, so you know Kardinal don't have to lie Nah, the world is what I want I'm not gonna lose my flow trying to flaunt Mi nah gon' try and fit in with the devil I am on another seat Aye, so my youte better beware it's a rude boy! Ah mi say make way Here comes the fireman (ah!) With ganja, Hennessy all inna hand (yo) Woman touch we pocket and take out a couple grand Dagger pon mi hip and mi ting inna hand Wha-whoi-whoi-whoi you! Boy full time shoulda learn You play with the fire get burn (cha!) Making money, ah blood jails dem concern When the record deejay blaze it make it burn Burn! Yo! I represent my crew Some youths they love to talk until they blue My family will look out for each other 'cause that's how we haffi do We ain't talking to you or we ain't dealing with a likkle interview Gweh! Big up to Miss Hakim We controlling the scene and making green Some people think dem haffi pay to chatter and talk all bout dem machine I don't live in between and I am not concern with hold no magazine Cho! I am just who I am I been this way since I was in a pram And naturally we all are insecure but ya haffi dash wey that fi sure Soon as it hit the door ya haffi mek dem know say man ah come fi more Yeah! More than the rest a dem I do not feel no ways if you no blend 'Cause they will always want the righteous man Fi bob we head and make it bend This youth can not pretend (dash wi dat!) A me say make, way Here comes the fireman (ah!) With ganja, Hennessy all inna hand (yo) Woman touch we pocket and take out a couple grand Dagger pon mi hip and mi ting inna hand Wha-whoi-whoi-whoi you! Boy full time shoulda learn You play with the fire get burn (cha!) Making money, ah blood jails dem concern When the record deejay blaze it make it burn Burn! Burn! Ah mi say fire! Righteous man liveth forever and eye-ver more Aha ha, ha ha! Yeah! Black Jays (ah mi say fire) Konvict family stand strong unno rude bwoy! Heh heh, heh heh (ah!) Again, again Ah mi say make way Here comes the fireman (ah!) With ganja, Hennessy all inna hand (yo) Woman touch we pocket and take out a couple grand Dagger pon mi hip and mi ting inna hand Wha-whoi-whoi-whoi you! Boy full time shoulda learn You play with the fire get burn (cha!) Making money, ah blood jails dem concern When the record deejay blaze it make it burn Burn! Alright now son, listen to me F*ck this nigga man I am sendin' you to go hang out with your cousin Kardinal for the summer Aw You're causing too much trouble in the streets and you need to clean up ya shelf This nigga talking crazy, I don't wanna f*ck with Kardinal I mean that nigga cool and shit That nigga be tryna kick knowledge I ain't tryina hear that shit B Learning is wack, I rather be selling crack Nah mean? Smoking that piff, nah mean? Yeah busting my gun B, that nigga don't buss his gun man And, and you know what too B? That nigga be using too much big words When I see that nigga, I be like yo Yo word up, yo don't be using no, yah mean, big words around me B Nigga be playing to much Reggae too man, I ain't tryna hear that shit F*ck, yo f*ck that B, I ain't going nowhere, I'm staying in my hood nigga Yah mean, with my pants saggin' to my knees nigga Yah mean, my boxers match my sneakers and my fitted F*ck that B, nigga ain't cool, nigga can't dress like me B Yo I ain't going man, f*ck that shit B, outta here
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Written by: Jason Harrow, Lindo Parks, Robert Shea Taylor
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