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[Capleton]
King Shango and Rakaa getting hotta/
Getting in tacka/ Now the whole place locka/

Fya man seh bun dem, bun dem/ Mek wi bun dem,
Un dem/
rude boy shit, criminology lefit
Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I
We can all get by if we unify
Gettin' chinky eye off the stimuli,
rude boy shit, criminology lefit
Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I
We can all get by if we unify
Gettin' chinky eye off the stimuli,
must be done
If art is to survive
Their specialty is jive
The critics must earn their keep
By using pedantic words
One has never heard
With razor sharp
Sick 'n' tired of critics
But I can take a hit
I'm all man
Alley oopin the vocal on jams
But they don't know it
They can blow it

and take a puff
Jah rhastafari,
Christ, took a sip of the amaretto,
Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12
Disciples
Give me a clue who
high, 
Jah Rhastafari, 
Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto, 
Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you twelve disciples 
Give me
Images on the sidewalk 
Speak of dream's descent 
Washed away by the storms 
To graves of cynical lament 
Dirty canvases to call my own 
Protest
visionary works,
a gallery of insane genetic crossbreeding,
a gallery underestimated by the great art critics. 

Finding corpses is very easy,
when you
face separate ways
You just be the critic and I'll set the example by setting
My rules
Stuck between
Expectations
That I set
And the set backs
In this
"critics."
They are offended by the outright
Antics of the
Maddened.
They prefer their poesy to be
Secretive
Soft and
Nearly
Indecipherable.
Their game has
me
faith will come humbly down
fear will come tumbling down

cynics may fill the books
critics may give you looks
but i'll stand by you 'til you
(for P.Y.)
Here I am: "Hometown Boy Makes Good"
Writes one critic.
All my childhood I lived
By the blue Pacific.
Anytime that reality
Makes me
Well I'm reading this poem 

and it's so profound 

and I like its rhythm 

and I like its sound 

it's by a very famous poet

no critic
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear
a dun it
Tell a critic buy a ticket cau Jah know dem caan ban it

I got alotta girls 'round here
Gal a mek mi ay ay ay whenever dem appear
Lock di city,
a dun it
Tell a critic buy a ticket cau Jah know dem caan ban it

I got alotta girls 'round here
Gal a mek mi ay ay ay whenever dem appear
Lock di city,
Blindness, blindness and sight
Threatened by all things
Devil of cruelty
Drawn to all things
Devil of delight
Mythical devil of the ever-present laws
The west coast is in the house sayin
Why you talkin loud?
What you talkin bout?

Fuck all the critics in the n-why-see
Who wants to rock the microphone
Blindness, blindness and sight
Threatened by all things
Devil of cruelty
Drawn to all things
Devil of delight
Mythical devil of the ever-present laws
I went to your school of broken sense
You showed me the door, I walked out by myself
I came for the knowledge, now I'm gonna get the rest
I'm ready
[Chorus]
You oughta write a book called leavin' made easy
Cause you do it so well
Step by step instructions
On how to turn heaven into hell
It
red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want
the drum
He was in a class
By himself, by gum!

Poor Johnny one-note
Got in Aida
Indeed a great chance to be brave
He took his one note
Howled like