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Intro by Beenie Man: 
It's a dancehall thing 

Chorus by Chevelle Franklin: 
She's a dancehall queen for life 
Gonna explode like dynamite
out put up resistance when Ninja mek him bomb
Seet yah know di war go get warm, yallo

Kill who? Yuh mad mon? Beenie Man nuh badman
All who bad out war
I can't see it

[Chorus: Beenie Man]
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
they polluted the future
Got me thinking of a new thing
Revolver-lution
Computer souls, controlled by confusion
You be clubbin', while the world
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke 

Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke 

Bitches yellin, Beenie Man
Vagina
Finda notha crew of n****s that can f*** with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How
open the minds
Of every black man, white man, no color, my writing hand
Is like dynamite, I fight for land
Blood stains yo, gettin' money affect
Vagina
Finda notha crew of n****s that can f*** with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How
RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on
Ring the bell so it's time to eat
Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats, bomb inside the palm
Doc
the allegations
Its low treble high bass my kill for calibration
Syncing up perfect to the rhythm of my own kick
Driven by my own tone alone I make the poem fit
to make it rain 
The god is heavy
I blow you up like dynamite
Into my dome I let the l ignite
Right, I take you on flight, soar, into there
The war
bright all kind of white rap JJ I'm dynamite
Niggas still writing them diss raps? niggas lame and I'm not that type
Sleep on me, let the mack pinch you
and dynamite;
He waited and he waited for the cat to come around,
Ninety seven pieces of the man is all they found.

But the cat came back the very next day,
to be sweet, by keepin it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers
And crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb
of the underground
I'm not lost and could never be found
I give my man a pound from the love and respect
A brother try to diss me, I put his ass in check
I yoked him